Duck farming has becoming almost insupportably difficult these days, making it hard for me to think about, much less write about, les affaires du monde. I am exhausted, distraught, and foodless, though the ducks are all alive and healthy. No lunch for two weeks: no time!
Bear with me as the situation develops. We may even have another new brooding entering the pond before too long, in which case I take a header into the mud.
Honey is terrified, her babies largely abandoned, and Dorothy has turned psychotic, expelling one of her own brood “the Pepper”, who forages and lives alone and whose welfare, along with that of Honey’s oft-abandoned four ducklings, is our utmost concern.
So, if you want to discuss anything EXCEPT DUCKS, you can do it in the comments below.