Some people have a guard dog.
We have a guard mallard.
Every morning he stands in our front yard
quacking away at anyone who
gets to close. Must be a nest nearby that
we can’t find.
What better protection could a poor girl want?
Then there is this little cutie who
chatters away when I get
near the garden when it has
taken up residence.
Ahh, the wonders of the animal kingdom.
EARTH WITHOUT ART IS JUST EH!