My sister-in-law, Lyn, and her husband, Mike, are staying the weekend at Baron’s Creekside near Fredricksburg, Texas. Their accommodation is a quaintly furnished cabin on a quiet lake.
This morning, Lyn posted,
And these photos:
My contribution follows:
“A Herd of Ducks”
Strutting for all the world to see, a herd of ducks came calling.
Ate our muffins, blueberry and bran, their manners so appalling.
Nary a thanks in quacked accent as these feathered friends departed
Don’t they ken we’re a flock? The drake did ask, waddling as he farted.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
don’t they ken is cool!
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Ok, I’ve been reading The Outlander series, set mostly in Scotland. I’ve been dreaming with a Scottish brogue!
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On the ground they are a badling; a flight in the air; a paddling in water 🙂
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But never a herd.
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Nope 🙂
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I need to change my poem to reflect the truth of the matter. You said on the ground ducks are a “badling”? I’ve never heard that!
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Nor me until I Googled it 🙂
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