So, I have these two ducks that absolutely drive me nuts. They crap everywhere, eat all the chicken feed, and generally just make a mess with their feathers and stuff. They don't stay down at the pond where they are supposed to, they hike a quarter mile up to the barn to see what they can get into. They irritate the heck out of me, and I've wished more than once that somebody would eat the damn things.
Well, somebody did. But they only ate one.
So now the male wanders around everywhere quacking, looking for his female. He's been doing this for two days now. It was irritating at first, now it's just sad.
I felt guilty for wishing somebody would eat them, and now I feel even worse because this duck actually cared for his female. He's lost his love. My daughter told me ,"Oh Mommy, he's crying!"
Yeah, Honey, ok, thanks for rubbing it in that mommy wanted them to get eaten.
But you know what? I'm getting over my guilt and kind of wishing he'd get eaten now too, but for a different reason. Maybe there's some little duck pond up in heaven where she's waiting on him now. Maybe they can be reunited once again. And have little duck babies like they tried to do here, but it never worked out.
Hmmm, am I totally off my rocker, or what?