In case you’ve missed anything going on around here lately… or you are in need of a smile…… or you like the Kinks ….. you should read this……..
There’s been duck sexing, rabbits with identity crisis’, cat’s in comas and bunny-mating.
We found out that Ping is a boy.
So is Filbert.
Sonny, on the other hand turned out to be a girl.
Ping belongs to my daughter.
Filbert belongs to my other daughter.
Sonny belongs to my youngest son – he got the girl duck. Go figure.
If you haven’t yet read about Ping, or Filbert, or Sonny – you must!
- Go here (there’s a duck on my couch)
- here (there’s a duck in my sink)
- here (there’s a duck in my barn)
- here (Ping is growing up)
- here (Ping get’s a pool) and
- here (there’s a duck in my sink again)
In case you ever want to sex a duck (find out whether it’s a girl duck or a dude duck) I’m going to tell you how to do it.
Just look at the tail. See the 2 feathers curling forward (toward the head)? Guys have curls, girls don’t. If you have a couple curling feathers – you’ve got rooster…… I mean a dude, a drake, a male duck.
No curls? Congratulations! It’s a girl.
Speaking of males……… The rabbits have moved to the porch. They technically don’t ‘live’ on my porch, but every time I look out there I see rabbits.
We saw some live bunny reproduction on the porch this week. It was very eye-opening. Not because of the birds-and-the-bees part, but because of the who-was-where part.
Turns out that Lola is a dude.
Let that sink in for a minute.
Now, think of the Kinks.
If you are having trouble figuring out what the Kinks have to do with a rabbit named Lola who was a girl last week, but is now a dude, let me sing for you:
“I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
C-O-L-A cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
El-oh-el-aye Lola la-la-la-la Lola”
Can I be the first to say, “BA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
All 4 kids want to change Lola’s name to “Mudd” or “Rex” or “Steve.”
I am trying to convince them that Lola is a perfect name for a boy bunny who was a girl last week but turned out to be a dude. It couldn’t be any more fitting! My kids don’t know who the Kinks are and they aren’t buying it. Party Poopers.
Lola is having an identity crisis. We still refer to her, I mean him, as a she, I mean he, about 15 times a day.
Also at our who’s-who lesson during the bunny mating, we discovered that Ike is a girl.
Ugh. Could this get any more confusing?
So, Ike is now a girl named Zelda and Lola is now a boy named Mudd.
If you would like to see Mudd when he was a girl named Lola and Zelda when she was dude named Ike go here.
Scruffy is still in his catnip induced coma. Go here to read why you should plant catnip.
Polly is adorable, but George is still my favorite.
He stands on his fenceline as close as he can get to me and oinks until I talk to him. I say, “Hi, George!”
He says, “Oink.”
I say, “How are you, George?”
He says, “Oink.”
I say, “How’s the mud, George?”
He says, “Oink.”
The conversation continues until I stop talking……. or go into the house. It is somewhat amusing to us because George is the first pig we have ever had that “oinks.” We have had squealers, barkers, grunters, ruffers, and screamers. Never an oinker. George oinks. It’s cute. 
The ducks are everywhere. The cow field. The little pond. The garden. The front yard. The backyard. The side yard. The woods. We are always amazed that we see ducks everywhere. And we only have 3 ducks. They get around.
Run Chicken Run!
Quack!
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XO,
Candi
