Sunday, October 03, 2010
Two Ducks, Two Geese, a Coot, and Pride
She is proud. I am proud. My baby is growing up, and learning to do something well that I was never able to do at all. 'Course, I am not too pleased about the duck-foot souvenirs she has kept. Yuck. You can tell from Big Sprout's smile how happy she is. How proud she is to do this, how much she loves the time with her Uncle Wolfie.
She called me yesterday from the duck boat to tell me about her catch so far. She was giddy. Then, she got silent, and I could hear geese honking in the background. "I gotta go, Mom!" she whispered "Their comin' back!" Then the line went dead.
My girl has her priorities.
Duck is on the menu tonight, with cream of mushroom soup and rice. Lots of garlic, too, from the smell. Sounds like a perfect meal, to me.