Thursday, May 11, 2006
Duck ala Crate
Wednesday evenings means picking M up from Choir School. Dinner is served at 6:00 - in the church basement - of course. Over spaghetti last night, I told my table mates about the duck problem. One of the parents, Jim, had an idea. How about herding the ducklings into a dog crate, then hope the mother follows. Slam the door and off you go?
Hmm, that might work. Running out of time here.