Yesterday Sarah was feeding ducks. An unusual one showed up with a white pom-pom on its head - actually part of its feathers. (There was a brown duck there also with a smaller pom pom on its head.)
Sarah came in the house and told us about the duck "with mental derangement." We were all mystified until, through Googling, Amy found the answer to the riddle under Bali duck. It is native to Bali. How it got here we do not know. I had not seen it until yesterday - yet it seemed right at home mingling with the other ducks. I could speculate that some one got it for Easter as a little pet. Now it has grown, so they let it go in the lake. It remains to be seen how it will handle cold weather. As a side note, Sarah wanted to use my pole and go fishing last night. So I accommodated her. She was having fun catching little blue gills just off the dock. About the time it was getting dusk, and it was about time to quit, she was fishing about five or six feet off the end of the dock, and something much stronger than a bluegill took her bobber way under. When she started to reel in and pull the pole up, I could see the large bass she had hooked. So I got the net to put under him and she said, "Oh! He got off!" She was shaken for a little while, but we decided that was a good way to end our evening's fishing for he had broken the line. Sarah said she saw a big fish with line in its mouth down on the dock today. End of fish story!
Sarah came in the house and told us about the duck "with mental derangement." We were all mystified until, through Googling, Amy found the answer to the riddle under Bali duck. It is native to Bali. How it got here we do not know. I had not seen it until yesterday - yet it seemed right at home mingling with the other ducks. I could speculate that some one got it for Easter as a little pet. Now it has grown, so they let it go in the lake. It remains to be seen how it will handle cold weather. As a side note, Sarah wanted to use my pole and go fishing last night. So I accommodated her. She was having fun catching little blue gills just off the dock. About the time it was getting dusk, and it was about time to quit, she was fishing about five or six feet off the end of the dock, and something much stronger than a bluegill took her bobber way under. When she started to reel in and pull the pole up, I could see the large bass she had hooked. So I got the net to put under him and she said, "Oh! He got off!" She was shaken for a little while, but we decided that was a good way to end our evening's fishing for he had broken the line. Sarah said she saw a big fish with line in its mouth down on the dock today. End of fish story!
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