I’ve come to the sad realization ducks are not for me. Besides the fact I’m not very well set up for waterfowl (DH’s already saying told ya so, sigh…) honestly, I am so tired of the mess. I swear ducks are the messiest creatures on earth – or I’m doing something wrong in how I house/care for them. Probably a little of both. As sad as this decision makes me feel right now, I think it’s for the best. Just wish I didn’t feel like I’m letting the ducks down. I’m really going to miss their funny antics and cheeky personalities. I hope I can find them a good home by summer.
Sigh, I’m not even sure why I'm making this post…I guess I just needed to vent to others who’ve been there and (hopefully) understand. Hubby is so over my moping about selling the ducks. So thank you for listening. (as if you had a choice, haha)
Sigh, I’m not even sure why I'm making this post…I guess I just needed to vent to others who’ve been there and (hopefully) understand. Hubby is so over my moping about selling the ducks. So thank you for listening. (as if you had a choice, haha)