I would like to announce that I have fully recovered from the mire of self-pity in which I found myself when last we spoke. I have bounced back and am ready to take life by the horns. Thank you all so much for you kind words and encouragement. You guys made me smile a lot. I am a-ok and, while all is not right with my world, it will be. I have that to look forward to and I have the process of making all right with my world to look forward to as well.
It's easy to get bogged down by all the tiny, inconsequential crappy things that happen in the course of a day. Spill my coffee, chicken gets into duck pen, dog scratches my leg, ad infinitum. What I have to remind myself to do, is keep on the lookout for the truly awesome things that negate all the little crappy things that happen. Rows of shiny red tomatoes (which, as I've said, I don't eat, but they sure are pretty!), new birds at the bird feeders (indigo bunting yesterday. VERY cool), flowers blooming after it rained, little things like that make everything else seem minuscule in comparison.
And then sometimes, sometimes you get a big, huge whopper of awesome that just makes you smile for days on end. Remember me telling you guys about Seamus, the saddest duck in the world? See, while Seamus was digging his new pad next door to the chickens, the through-the-fence-chicken love just wasn't enough to keep him warm at night, ya know? Fifty high-strung, flighty, demanding chickens just wasn't cutting the mustard with my handsome boy. He needed company of the web-footed variety. Seamus needed a girlfriend.
Folks, I'd like to introduce you to Fiona:
Fiona is a sassy little Pekin that a friend of B's sold us. I knew she was coming, but I didn't tell Seamus. I wanted him to be surprised.
He heard a (loud) quack in the distance and his little ducky stomach did a somersault.
"Is it? Could it be...another...duck?"
Fiona eyed Seamus up and down, realized her good fortune at being moved in with such a handsome specimen of unknown breed duck, and immediately began showing off her wares and flirting a bit.
And the rest is ducky history. A classic tale of love at first sight, in my opinion. Seamus went, in less than an hour, from the loneliest, saddest little duck in the world to the happiest, luckiest duck in the world (at least he thinks he's luckiest...he doesn't know that his kiddie pool isn't really a pond.). After this photo was taken, they jumped in the water and flapped and swam and splashed and then they waddled off into the sunset, wing in wing.