Duck Hunting

For some reason, I was absolutely exhausted on Wednesday, so I spent the day inside watching t.v., reading, and eating. IT WAS GREAT!!!!!!! Don, on the other hand, was so energetic that he golfed first thing in the morning and then again in late afternoon. The first time he shot an 83, a couple strokes worse than his average so far. But then in the afternoon he shot a 75, so he was over the moon. He attributes this success to the fact that, for the first time, there was very little wind.

When he got home, he had a duty. He had to corral Nigel the duck and put him to bed. At first we couldn’t find him, and assumed he was hiding in one of the many flower beds. But then I spotted him and it almost made me cry. You see, about three weeks ago Nigel’s fellow duck was ab-duck-ted from the backyard, perhaps by a cat. Ever since, Nigel has been pretty lonely. Anyway, there’s a patio door at the back of the neighbour’s home. The two dogs, Jack and Sam, were stationed behind the glass watching for anything they could bark at. Well there was Nigel, right up by the patio door, looking longingly at his pals. So now Don approaches. Nigel starts to flee, quacking all the way. After chasing Nigel through a couple flower beds, Don managed to sneak up behind him and nab him. After a short walk to Nigel’s house, Don carefully placed duckie inside and locked him up for the night. Nigel was out again early this morning, playing with the dogs and gleefully biting ankles once again! Good on you, Don!





On Thursday we visited a family in Embo we’d last visited in 1980. It was lovely to see Una again. Then it was off to Golspie for fish and chips, and back home to clean the house in preparation for our Ottawa friends who arrive on Friday.