Swimming Lessons

On Monday afternoon, NorthernDaddy and LittleNortherner arrived home to see this:

Yup, Ducks. In water. NorthernMommy had decided that it was time to teach the ducks how to swim. She was apparently so intent on this mission that she forgot everything other than "duck pond". LittleNortherner noted that the doors into the house were standing wide open, the door to the garage was swinging in the breeze, and the driver's door to NorthernMommy's car was left open - she was focused.

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The first thought that NorthernDaddy had was, "Why in the world do you have to teach a duck to swim?" They are ducks. Ducks know how to swim on their own, from the time they hatch, because they are ducks! Didn't have to teach last year's ducks to swim - they knew how. Maybe the Northerns got a "special" batch of duckies this year. It's possible that these seven are the only aquatic birds in the North that truly don't have a clue what to do when presented with a pool of water...whatever; NorthernMommy was giving swim lessons.

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The other thought running through NorthernDaddy's head was, "Didn't I ask you not to put a tub of water in with the ducks?"  When he inquired of NorthernMommy, she said that she had not been told to keep the water away and then she got a fuzzy look on her face. She wanted to know why she shouldn't let the ducks swim. Right about that time, one of the rotten, miserable, feathered mayhem makers decided to flap its wings. NorthernMommy now knows why Daddy didn't want the ducks swimming and splashing inside the garage - they make an awful mess.

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Now, dear readers, please review your middle school science lessons and try to recall what happens when ice-cold water is splashed onto a heated glass surface.....

 

 There used to be a very nice heat lamp bulb in that fixture. All that's left is the base and parts of the filament. The rest of the large, PAR-style lamp rearranged itself in rather small parts all over the truck and garage. Cleanup in aisle three! Since the seven little duckies didn't want a front row seat to watch the shard removal, they had to go on a field trip. The "field trip" was to a nicely appointed Rubbermaid container with lid (just barely big enough to hold five ducks. Too bad we have seven). None of the ducks wanted to be on the travel list, so a little bit of wrasslin was involved. Remember that these adorable little ducklings had just spent twenty minutes swimming and splashing and causing a general ruckus in their pool - they are sopping wet. They are also much quicker than NorthernDaddy and equipped with claws. (Y'all forgot that ducks have claws? Well, they do. Come visit if you want to experience them firsthand....)  There was a little bit of a circus going on in the garage for a while there - grab the quacking, pooping, clawing, angry Ducks of Doom and quickly toss them into the bin. Don't forget to slam the lid down to prevent jailbreaks. Damn ducks....

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Cleanup complete, ducks back into the truck/brooder, that's it!.....Pool's CLOSED!