We named our pet duck Maggie after Margaret Thatcher. Mainly because she bullied her way into this life, and continues to do so. Nothing stops our Maggie from getting what she wants. Consequently, we think we should run Maggie for president here in France. Well, for anywhere really, but asContinue Reading
Have you ever seen a goose hissing? They puff up their feathers, that long neck and head go down and their wings go up. And they make this hissing noise. It is quite fearsome. And so it should be as this is their protector mode. They are protecting their territories,Continue Reading
To truly appreciate happiness you have to feel sadness. And it sounds strange to think, let alone say, but grief is to be appreciated for it makes you realise how dear the person, or pet, was to you. Yesterday our little Pecan and Pumpkin disappeared. No sign of a struggle,Continue Reading
We have a bad duck mom. That’s right. We admit it. Our Maggie is really crap at being a mom. I mean, who knew? Yeah, there are good and bad mums in the human world, but who would have figured this was also the case in the duck world? IContinue Reading
This is the story of how Margaret Thatcher, aka Maggie, came into our lives. She has gone on to become the Queen of our duck world and rules it with an iron fist. Or is that wing? Or foot? Her story begins in spring of 2015… It started with losingContinue Reading
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