You can hardly recognize my little guy. He’s just getting so HUGE!
Here he was just a few short weeks ago…….. on my couch. Cute little yellow fellow.
He was the size of an orange.
Now he’s the size of………. a duck.
The only animal I’ve ever seen grow this fast is a Cornish Rock Broiler (meat chicken).
I suppose if you wanted to raise something to eat. And you wanted to eat it in 4 weeks. And you didn’t want chicken. A duck would fit the bill (A little duck humor there – Tee Hee).
BUT we are not eating Ping. He is our first duck. He is our pet. We love him. Although, we have been know to eat pets before. Sorry.
I got a call from my cousin yesterday. She asked perfectly reasonable questions, of which I had no reasonable answers.
Cousin: “Hi. What are you doing?”
Me: “Playing with the ducks.”
Cousin: “You have ducks?”
Cousin: “How many ducks do you have?”
Cousin: “Why did you get ducks?”
Me: hesitate………… “Um”………”Because they were cute.”
Cousin: “What are you going to do with them?”
Me: “um”………hesitate some more…………………… “um”……. “If they are girls, I guess we’ll eat their eggs; if they’re not girls, I guess……….. well………… I guess we’ll eat them.”
My oldest daughter (Ping’s person) declares from the background: “You are NOT eating PING!”
No, I do not intend to eat Ping. BUT, I also did not intend to eat Wayne, Teenyball, Gizmo, Curly, Red, Buff, Crazy, Chubby, or Dumpling, but I did.
If you turn into a Gangster Rooster, snort and stomp the ground, chase my kids around the house, or make my baby cry – you go in the stew pot.
I’m sure Ping would never do anything like that.
More of Ping’s Life Here:
- New Animal to the Homestead
- There’s a Duck on my Couch
- There’s a Duck in My Sink
- There’s a Duck in My Barn
- There’s a Duck in My Sink Again
- Ping Get’s a Pool
- We Didn’t Eat the Duck
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