It’s been pretty cold here the last few days.  I’ve had my eye on the pond.  It’s been getting glassy, and this morning’s 14 degrees pushed it over the edge.  When the chicken door opened to let the birds out, the ducks made their usual mad dash for the water but found it frozen. 

The rest of the day was spent wandering the yard quacking loudly. It sounded like they were yelling at each other. 

“Let’s go up here and dig for bugs.”

“But I want to swim!”

“Well I do too but we can’t. Come on!”

“Don’t boss me around Bossy Pants!”

“Get your butt here and help me look for bugs!”

“Fine but I’m not happy about it.”
I love imagining what all those quacks mean…