Ducks and Dates

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If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll know that a year ago, I adopted (rescued) four Muscovy ducks. Sadly, it wasn’t much of a rescue operation because they got picked off one by one over the course of the summer: eagles and minks and goodness knows what else. And so came the ned of my duck-keeper career.

Or so I thought. yesterday, I looked down at the field and saw a strange large bird sitting there. I took only a quick glance and decided it was a small turkey vulture. (I didn’t have my glasses on). This morning, there it was again, sitting at the edge of the pond. I peered at it more closely. A duck, I thought. An even closer inspection confirmed that it was. And so I grabbed some of my remaining duck food (never did throw it out) and went down to the pond. Sure enough – another Muscovy duck. And, from what I hear (because it laid an egg yesterday) it’s a female.

And so we once again have a duck and I once again am riddled with low-level anxiety, hoping she’ll be okay. I hope she lays eggs and they hatch and that she has company because she looks so darn lonely sitting out there under the shrubs and trees. She has not yet eaten the food I left for her, but we shall see how it goes with time.

Okay – that’s ducks. Now: dates.

In a moment of hubris, I went on POF and quickly flung up a profile. I haven’t done this in years but I thought, what the heck. After all, I declared my intention of being open for love – so this is one step. It’s all about sending an intention out into the universe. I have had some action. One of them was from a man who said he’d seen my profile years ago and then it disappeared and he had been regretting not getting in touch all this time. So now he sent me his phone number and information that he hopes will attract me enough to place that call.

And what did he say? He said that he has a lot he can tell me about himself. Really? That is supposed to interest me? Here’s a hot tip guys: if you want to pique my interest, tell me you want to know about me. I cannot count the number of men I have dated who ramble on and on about themselves and never once ask me about who I am and what makes me tick. “Nuff said. I think you get the picture.

Other thoughts for the day: I’m excited about my weekend hikes. I’m even more excited about five camping days coming up. I love walking with Abby at this time of year – munching on luscious ripe thimbleberries I can pull off the bushes. I love having an abundance of blueberries and raspberries for breakfast.

I simply love this time of year.

Life is good.

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