I know, I know – Monday Mischief is all about dogs and the trouble they get into. But Flash and Patches, at half past ten years old, just don’t get into much mischief anymore. Unless you count eating duck and chicken poo in the back yard. Or eating the first duckling Roger Ann hatched (I think they thought it was a squeak toy). Or getting into fights with Jimmy.
Y’all haven’t met Jimmy? Little Jimmy Dickens? Allow me to make introductions. World, meet Little Jimmy Dickens.
Little Jimmy Dickens, meet future adoring fans.
This duck isn’t even a year old (October first is his birthday), and he’s already sired two sets of eggs, a total of seven hatchlings. But that’s not mischievous. It’s just … mumble mumble mumble … I’m being reminded that this blog is rated G.
Jim is the alpha critter. Typically Patches, my female dog, is the alpha, but then Jim came along. He’s bossy, rude, he bites, quacks, stays underfoot. He attacks the dogs, the cat is terrified of him. Here – I’ve put together a photo collage as proof:
See what I mean? But all of that pales compared to what he does to the mama who loves him, the hand that feeds him. Ordinarily Jimmy nibbles my hands and ankles. I have to wear my Crocs when I step outside because the boy has a real thing for toes. Ow. But today he went after my ankles in a huge way.
I water the vegetable gardens with the water from the duck pond. It makes for yummy ‘maters. For some reason, Jimmy is offended by my removal of all the water from his pond a few times a week, even though I replace it with clean, cool water. So he bites me while I walk and water. While he’s weaving in and out between my feet, trying his best to kill me.
What on earth am I going to do with this duck?!? I mean, he’s part of the family now.
He even wants to live inside. That, or he’s plotting something.
But how could you not love this face?
I wonder if Jimmy would like Jones Natural Chews? I should probably just stick with chicken scratch and shredded coconut …
Until I write again …
Flea
