I didn't count the baby ducks tonight. Momma kept low to the ground and aimed for my ankles or flew up to get my nose. Then I found two mottled javas chickies with a this years hen and she tried to kill everybody that was in the pen. Oh the joys of feeding the sweet little things! I have bruises on my arms to prove that I did.
"There is a tasty blade of grass, notice mom's protective presence"
"Oh, yeah sweety, if you want that little piece of grass, you can have it?"
"Doesn't matter, voluntary flinch or not."
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I really like that series of pics. The poor helpless little KittyCat! *grin
Poor thing didn't have a chance.
wild cats----hmmmm
um this commenting on standby is not working out----
What's not working out about it?
jlw
your slow---some of us are dont remember where we commented---how embarrassing
oh I see the baby duck is going to bite the cat and Moma goose says to baby duck, you no bite very bad gosling, you go to your room now
Geese and goslings, dear brother. Many geese would be a gaggle, a male goose a gander, a female a goose and a baby a gosling.
You didn't retain much from your experiences of feeding your momma's animals, did you?
(grin)
Chin-up Little Brother
jlw
Sounds like JaLea Asking Me To Take Pictures of Girl Tulips, Is There Such Thing, I Told Her I Wasn't Qualified To Decide Which Were Girls Or Boys.
I didn't count the baby ducks tonight. Momma kept low to the ground and aimed for my ankles or flew up to get my nose. Then I found two mottled javas chickies with a this years hen and she tried to kill everybody that was in the pen. Oh the joys of feeding the sweet little things! I have bruises on my arms to prove that I did.
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