Ducks 5, roosters 0

Well I can now sleep in. The squaking has abated, but it took some work. The last 4 roosters (the gay ones) have found a new home. They were destened to go the way of the other four (ie. the dumpling pot), but what with the recient sugery and all, I just wasn't up to chopping, gutting and plucking the rowdy little rascals. Then we met the russians on the corner. They have a mess of chickens and ducks, so we asked them if they wanted four roosters for free. It took a lot of gestuering and simple words and even help from the kids, but Lydia finally got the point that we didn't want anything in retrun, they just had to come over and bag the feathered thugs. Lydia showed up the next day, but was scared off by the Mongo Beast. Mrs. Whipple and I didn't know this so we were getting anxious and just nabed a couple birds when they were roosting on the fence and took them over to the russians. They came back home with us and we got one more, but the fourth one made good his excape into the neighbors yard and split for the tall grass. Curses! Foiled again!

Next morning his alarm went off on schedule. Of course his ex-pals could hear him all the way down at the russians house, so by nightfall three of the four were helping themselves to all the duck food they could down. Once more, into the breach. Lydia came back over with Vanya this time and with a net. He expertly bagged them all. I showed him how to clip thier wings, but I suspect that now that all the turkey leftovers are eaten up, they have met their maker in chicken heaven. Rest in peace.

On another note, the duckie flock is up by two. We met a nice lady at the feed store who was trying to get rid of a couple of hens that should start laying soon. That brings the duckies up to five. I guess what goes around comes back around one way or another