Bixby Diaries: This Guy Turns Five

I’m a terrible pet person, I don’t remember birthdays or adoption days.  But this year, of course, different with Bixby.  We didn’t think he’d have a fifth birthday.  So grateful for this day.

And this little girl is sixteen. I remember hers because I adopted her on my birthday and she was eight weeks old…and I can count backward, LOL. I saw her little angry face at the shelter and knew she was a good fit for our household.

I tell her she’s the last of the divorce crew and we’ve been through a lot together. And she’s raised her share of Great Danes in her sixteen years. But I’ve made it clear I expect her to stick around till she’s twenty-one or more.

It’s been a good day.


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Ducks Saga: We Hear You’re Having Salad

I usually make a salad for lunch. The ducks want in on the goods:

It never fails, I open a bag of greens and it doesn’t matter where they are in the yard, they do their fast paddle to the patio door. I swear they have sonic hearing.

Domestic ducks running is hysterical. Every morning when I let them out of the coop they charge all over the yard making sure their territory is safe from all threats.

I had a new “duck sitter” when I went away a few weeks ago and she would text me every morning saying that watching that made her day. Makes mine, too.


 

Duck Sagas: It’s All Fun And Games Until Someone Loses A Beak

Seriously, these guys. I’ve been trying to do some landscaping and whenever I have the shovel out, the dogs have to be inside.  This week, the ducks decided to get in on the act.

Penelope/Pearl is watchful from the patio – this is all new to her. Meanwhile Mabel and Maddie have been here long enough they view me as the not very smart yard help. So they just do as they please. I even started throwing dirt ON them. They just gave me the side-eye.

Ducks. They are just cats with feathers.

Hey and believe it or not, I’m going to be cooking up a storm this weekend. Until then…