Erica Lucke Dean

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more ducking around

Well, it was bound to happen. Much like our resident rooster, Clooney, our ducks are now making their sexual preferences known. Ducks, of course, are far less flamboyant when it comes to their sexuality. There’s no round the clock crowing or fancy colored feathers to show off with. No prancing around like they own the place. No challenging the dog for alpha status.

No, the ducks keep to themselves. They fly under the radar, if you’ll excuse the pun.  But that doesn’t stop them from showing a little tail. And apparently, the boys have a slight curl to theirs. We might not have noticed the difference if it hadn’t been for the whole, mounting the female ducks, thing. That was a dead giveaway. Or, as it turns out, it was four dead giveaways.

Out of seven ducks, four of them are male.

So it looks like we’ll be swapping out some ducks. Or if my husband gets his way, we’ll be eating them. But as usual, I’m not up for eating the pets, so we’ll see who wins this round. The simple fact that Clooney is still crowing his way through the midnight hours shows I’m ahead of the game. Not that we’re playing a game here. Ok, maybe we are. And I’m in it to win it.

Just don’t tell my husband.

Until the next time…I’ll be watching my ducks.

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