Duck, Duck, Goose

So I am sitting here warming my toes by the fireplace as Foghorn Leghorn croons Neil Young love songs to me. Did I mention he likes to wear his jammies when he croons to me? Did I mention they say Chicks Dig Me all over them? Did I also mention they are covered with roosters? Yeah, this guy I am married to is one class act all the way. I am seriously in love with him. Ok, the Neil Young songs don't hurt but even without Neil, I'd still dig him because I too am a chick.

Speaking of chicks, I would like to introduce you to one of my all-time favorite people in bloggy land. The Duck Herder is someone I would like to live next door to other than I have a feeling next door would mean 20 miles down the road. She hails from Canberra, Australia and is the real deal earth mama. I mean, the name alone of The Duck Herder should have given you the first clue. The gal raises fowl, has bees, makes her own hooch and even the wild critters hang with her. I must warn you, she does have a tendency to have a nip or two of that hooch now and then but still, even a drunken Dr. Doolittle is still pretty darn cool in my book. Take for instance this comment left recently:


The Duck Herder said...

oops, too much wine this evening. And even in this state I could see there were way too many spelling mistakes......

try again......

thats you on the left, right?

and, can we PuRLEASE use the correct terminology - a "bed" should always be referred to correctly as one's "personal power center", OK? Get it right lovie.

one withdraws to one's personal power centre. One never just sooks in bed.

loving you.
duckie

did they really lock you out?

there, I think that is slightly more coherent.


Now, I am not totally sure what sooks means but obviously it is something I shall never want to do in my personal power center. I am forever indebted to TDH for pointing out my fopaux.

Oh and lest I forget, she talks really, really funny too. Just take a peak at this comment.


The Duck Herder said...


Would you just stop making me cry already!!!!!

You are living berloody in ya face kick up the whoopah proof that it is the stupid little free things that make the difference - stuff that costs nothing except a little time and a little random act of kindness or compassion and just being slightly present to someone's pain.

Marla - the avalanche of love.


Again, I have no idea what a whoopah is but apparently I have one and you don't want this avalanche of love up in your face kicking yours so get on over and have a cup of tea with The Duck Herder. Just be careful if she brings out the homemade hooch. Things could get jerrabomberra.