Maggie pet duck (Page 2)

What’s it like to have a pet duck, and I mean a pet duck. Like a dog with feathers. A dog that can fly. But other wise rules the household, is always hungry, likes to cuddle up and has her own cushion that she doesn’t want any one else sleeping on. (That means you cat!)

Coming to grief

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,Read More →

Baby its cold outside at PumpjackPiddlewick

We’re enjoying a cold snap. And I do say enjoying (sort of) as after all it is winter, and winter has connotations of cold. At least to me. I grew up in the northern hemisphere, in cold places. And its funny how that dictated where I have travelled. Having doneRead More →

A hising protector at PumpjackPiddlewick

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,Read More →

Rainy Sunday puzzle making with Maggie at PumpjackPiddlewick

A lazy Sunday was spent enjoying putting together a puzzle at the kitchen table. It’s such a peaceful thing to do on a rainy day. And then I began to hear the sounds of Maggie. ‘Hup’ thud, ‘hup’ thud. She doesn’t like the rain. (Yeah, a duck, water, go figure.)Read More →