Just a few short weeks ago, Summer had us in her hands...
leading us across the dance floor in a sultry tango.
Not one for coming in on cue, Autumn took his time,
eventually tapping us on the shoulder, requesting a turn around the floor.
Now, before Autumn's fox trot has finished,
Winter is demanding his turn as well -
sending Autumn to the chairs on the outside of the room.
Winter's dance is a long and complicated waltz,
resembling a dance marathon.
That's the way with seasons in this part of the world.
The ones you wish would grant you a second dance never do.
The others keep you dancing until you drop!
In order to happily survive the year,
it's important to be versatile... and dance like there's no tomorrow!
The winter's first snowstorm is predicted for today...
and it's not even December!
Everyone has heated water buckets, plenty of hay, and warm and dry accommodations.
Hubbs and I will be spending much of the day in front of a roaring fire.
Thank you for all of the comments regarding our Muscovy dilemma.
After giving our situation some careful consideration,
we decided to re-home the Muscovy Ducks.
I placed an ad on our local FaceBook livestock page.
Within minutes, I had several interested people...
one of whom was a young couple not far from our farm.
They already had a couple of Muscovy Ducks on their pond and stream
and they were hoping to add to their tiny flock.
By the end of the morning, I had all seven ducks loaded in cages and in the back
of the truck on their way to their new home.
Thanks to Kathy, my neighbor, for helping me with the "ducking" round-up!
(Hubbs was getting our car inspected and missed all of the fun.)
Catching them wasn't easy.
Those ducks are strong.
I was pretty sure at one point that one had broken my nose with his wing.
In the end, his wing was fine...
and so was my nose.
Good bye, dear Muscovy Ducks,
(and, I hate to say, good riddance, too)
May you have long and happy lives in your new home!