Christmas at the Duck Farm

Quite a variety of ducks migrated to the Duck Farm in December 2007. The museum of duckological artifacts grows by leaps and bounds.
hmmmmm.... is leaps and bounds correct? Wouldn't that be the way a frog exhibit expands?
How does a duck menagerie increase?
Ducks waddle, dive, fly, paddle, quack, and ................ that's it ..... soar ..... they soar!!!!
The Museum of Duckological Artifacts soars to new heights.
Choosing a favorite is impossible.
There is one that particularly attracts my attention. The blue book titled "The Little Duck Who Loved the Rain" by Peter Mabie. Once, this book was part of the Baldwin County Library in Milledgeville, Georgia. Milledgeville is the home of the State Mental Institution, a place where being "quackers" is the norm. One thing I wonder is who really wrote the book. They might as well say "anonomous" as Peter Mabie. Maybe Peter or Joe or Floyd or possibly even Sally.
But definitely:
Happy New Year!
Quack, Quack!

I got a new duck for Christmas .... actually I got it in August. Well, I ordered it in August but in September, I was informed that my duck was back-ordered. It finally arrived at the distributor in December. They mailed it to me on December 17th and it arrived at the Duck Farm on Christmas Eve.

It is a pretty big duck but it flies very well and is quite colorful.

In contrast to the Official Rod's Duck Farm duck, this duck is more like a weather vane since it points into the wind instead of 90 degrees to the wind.

This duck is also in line with the Duck Farm creed:

"Good things come to those who wade"

Quack, Quack!

July and it arrived on Christmas eve. It is a Premier Kites duck but you have to order from a distributor. The distributor informed me that my duck had been back-ordered so

Merry Christmas

Christmas blessings to you from Rod's Duck Farm.

Here at the Duck Farm, we've got it all:

Health, Snow, and Ducks.

If you click the arrow under the picture, a short video of Leta Mae

and Eric might play. Leta Mae has a speaking part.

If your loved ones are mean and thoughtless and make you

stand around in the snow, and then post pictures for all the

world to see, just remember:

2,000 years ago, there was a feller that had a similar problem.

But he just went ahead and loved everybody anyway.

Today, you are loved beyond measure.

And that's Christmas.

Love from the Duck Farm,

Rod

Sparks Flying

Some may think this post to be unrelated to ducks.

It is blacksmithing in the tradition of Laos and China.

Note the anvil .... it is a sledge hammer head embedded in a log.

The forge is simple a box filled with packed dirt with a push/pull blower.

Anyway, this is an introducktion to oriental blacksmithing.

He makes his own charcoal .... and everything else, except for the dirt.

God made the dirt.

Quack, Quack!