I was checking my email this morning when I saw I had a message from the company I bought my goslings from. They are having a sale on 15 random hatchery ducklings. I was seriously tempted. My sons and I have been going to the animal swap for the past two weekends, and so far, no ducks. There are tons of chicks, quail, pigeons, rabbits, more goats than I have seen in past years, and even piglets, but no baby ducks. Needless to say, I was about to hit the buy button, when I thought I should check in with my husband first. Surprise yarn in the mail is not too big a deal, poultry is another thing all together.
“So, what do you think of 15 random ducklings?” I asked him.
Dave looked at me. “What are you talking about? You can’t just start a sentence like that. It’s like saying you have a great story, begin with Once Upon a Time, and go no further.”
I explained that I had gotten an advertisement for 15 random hatchery ducklings for $80 and they would ship in the next two weeks. He said we should wait for the animal swap, and I said we have bombed out the last two weekends. Dave then noted we currently have 10 birds in the house, and are outnumbered by 2 to 1. There are 14 birds outside, bringing the ratio of birds to people up even higher. I laughed, “Are you expecting a poultry uprising?” Imagining the chickens and ducks dressed up as British recoats with little scarlet jackets and brass buttons, toting long rifles, and canons, and lining up in formation. I wondered if that put us on the side of George Washington.
He looked at me, “Have you read Animal Farm?”
I admitted I hadn’t.
“Well, I have. It’s not good when the people are outnumbered. Not to mention, we wouldn’t keep all the ducks. It’s a random assortment, and you just need to be patient.”
I conceded he could be correct. However, if there are no ducks at this week’s animal swap, all bets are off.