My husband woke me up this morning to tell me he thinks we're going to need to "cull" two of our male ducks. Yep, you got it...he wants to off two of the boys. Of course, I was morally outraged. What have my duckies done to deserve a death sentence?

Apparently, they're fighting. Fighting? Our kids did far worse than that to each other when they were younger and no one was calling for their executions. Ok, so maybe that's a lie...executions were occasionally ordered, but never carried out. Honest...they're all still alive! But the poor duckies may not be so lucky.

So, despite my desire to stay cocooned within the warmth of my layers upon layers of blankets (and at least one very warm dog) I climbed out of bed, pulled on a coat and my slippers and stepped onto the back porch to see what he was bitching about.

I didn't get far when I heard the mad quacking coming from the middle of the yard. There in the center of a circle of ducks were the two males, violently bumping chests, beaks flapping and biting at each other. Surrounding them, the rest of the ducks were chanting, "Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack!"

After a quick translation, I decided they were yelling, "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" And that's when I decided ducks were not much different from children after all, and ordered (at least for now) a stay of execution. I mean...I haven't even had a chance to catch this shit on video yet!

Until the next time...I'll be carrying my camera around at all times!