I discovered this version of the song through somebody’s post on a meh music thread a couple of years ago and it’s been a favorite of mine ever since. Here’s my latest discovery, courtesy of The Walking Dead.
@Pony My now long departed grandparents had ducks. The legend is that one duck loved my grandfather. The duck went to work with my grandfather, came back home and then went back to the factory to pick up my grandfather for the walk back home!
@Fuzzalini That’s Geraldine. She’s actually the only one of the ducks that has an official name. The other ones will probably get named now that they’re full grown, but they were too hard to tell apart for quite a while. They’re all female- we have them for their eggs. Duck eggs are delicious.
We also have three chicken hens named Carla, Matilda and Road Runner. We had seven, but hawks took four in the first couple of days we let them roam our property. The remaining three live in an enclosed pen now. We’re going to enlarge it so we can have more hens without crowding.
That’s it on farm critters. We do have two dogs, a male named Domino and a female named Peanut, four cats, Frankie, Kiko, Maia and Mouse, and I have a black widow spider in a big jar with a nice habitat inside. Her name is Loretta.
@fjp999 I believe it! Ducks can get very attached to their humans, and they are creatures of habit. Once they establish a routine, they stick with it. Mine aren’t particularly tame- I mean, I can sit with them and they’ll get close to me without being afraid, but I can’t pick them up without cornering them in the duck house or something.
@Pony They sound great! Except maybe the spider. Not a fan of black widows. They are around everywhere here ( So Cal) and it’s always a surprise to realize there’s a red hourglass on the spider you’re trying to kill/remove.
@Fuzzalini I’m in Cal too. Hollister. Black widows are everywhere here. I just had to kill one tonight that had moved in underneath a table in our entryway. By keeping one as a pet, I’m helping myself to get past my arachnophobia, and learning how they act, what kind of web they make, etc. If it weren’t for Loretta, I would have thought the webs under the table were just from house spiders, but I recognized the pattern and turned the table over to look- sure enough, there she was.