Imagine the goatmother's surprise last night when she came out to feed us and happened upon this in the pond - and she didn't even have to ooze. Who knew?
There appear to be seven. Not enough for a ball team this year, but that's okay. Maybe they'll take up golf instead. Ducky Woods? Arnold Pecker? Hey, it could happen.
In the meatime, we here at the barn have a lot of quacking to put up with. No matter. We'll encourage them to keep on swimming toward whatever their goals. Besides, we might learn a thing or two ourselves in the process.
"Always behave like a duck - keep calm and unruffled on the surface, but paddle like the devil underneath." - Jacob Braude.