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Post by minnesotascott on Apr 26, 2010 15:34:41 GMT -5
My dads perents lived on a lake just north of me. When I was just a few years, ok alot of years, younger i would stay at thier palce alot during the summer. My grandpa and i would fish all day long, I bet he could out fish God hisself. We would get a mess of crappies for dinner. After we cleaned them up grandma would do us the honor of cooking the fish for us. Well the next morning after dinner grandpa and I would be up brite and early to fish somemore. For breakfast we always ate what ever fish was left from the night before. MAN O MAN cold crappie to this day never tasted better then eatin git fo rbreakfast with grandpa. Well one morning in the spring we are feeding our gullets with cold crappies when we here a knock on the door. Grandma say mom wants her morning bread. I had no idea who he was talking about. So grandpa tell sme to get 2 slices of bread and answer the door. I did as granpa said. I opened the door and yep it was mom...Well mom was a hen drake with her brood of little ones. Every morning the duclings would fallow mom up the hill to the door and mom would knock on the door with her beak. It was breakfast time and her little ones were hungry. We out the dor i went and sat down and feed her and the ducklings till the bread was gone, then she would take the ducklings back down the hill to the lake. The next mornin git would happen again!
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Post by Sunshine on Apr 26, 2010 19:52:19 GMT -5
what a heartwarming story! i bet it was a sight to see her waddling up to the door with her babies,lol.
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