Bucks & Ducks

The Buck girls, (better known as Lindz's family) went to the Farmers Market yesterday. My mom needed to purchase gardening shoes, and some fertilizer for our yard. (Turkey poop!! Does wonders for the dirt, apparently. Poop and dirt are good friends.) Though this errand could've been a momentary thing, we hit a distraction. They were small and yellow and fuzzy and AMAZING.

I think I took about 60 pictures of baby ducks. Pretty sure. Yeah, there were a few baby bunnies and chicks thrown in, which were also pretty great, but chicks are mean to each other and the bunnies were hard to see in their cage. Ducks ran around in circles and tumbled over each other clumsily and tried to fly with their little nubby wings. I think I might be obsessed with baby ducks. They are all now my friends.

Oh, and no, it didn't smell great. Also, despite what this post might imply, I do not wish to own a duck. Babies are cute, but adult ducks are less exciting. I'd rather have a puppy. Please send me a puppy.

Let the cute overdose begin!

SLEEPING. Ready-set-AWWWWW.

Two black ducks in a sea of yellow.

FUZZY. We weren't allowed to pick them up. This was devastating.

They have big feet, just like me. Mine are just paler and not webby, and definitely not very useful when swimming.

Also, a bunny. Heh, nose.

Also, chickens. Look, they're friends. When they aren't pecking at each other. Watch your fingers. We don't want any of these chickens to taste human blood and run rampant, creating a mass army of chicken-zombies.
(Dang, I'm more tired than I thought...)

Here, my sister tries to become one of them.

Here, she succeeds:


Ok, that video makes me cry laughing almost every time I watch it. This is what it is like being a member of the Buck family.
PS: There is a chance that I will be purchasing rubber duckies at my earliest possible convenience.

Also, does anyone else find this as hilarious as I do?
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Irony & Coincidence = God's Sense of Humor

Oh how I love life.