I received a message today from Laffy Taffy. It went something like this (I'll do my best to interpret DUCK)...
"Quack quack QUACK! Dear Farmer Lady, the situation has become un-duck-able! I've got feathers stuck in my nose, dirt on my bill, and some sort of "fowl" tasting goo on my tongue. My feathers are a mess. I've got mud on my feet, bugs in my doo! Look at me. I'm a mess. Can't we PLLLLEEEEEAAAAASEEEEEEE have water in our pool!? QUACK!"
Sadly, the duck pool has a leak, and it's kind of in a critical location: the bottom. I haven't had time to patch it yet (I found it late Sunday evening). So, I've been propping that side up a bit and putting in as much water as possible before it starts to leak out -- but clearly, that's not good enough for Laffy Taffy. Her beauty is suffering.
This evening, I filled the pool a little more (the ducks splash out a good deal of the water anyway...) just to make the ducks happy.
Laffy Taffy was the first to jump in, and in her enthusiasm proceded to splash out most of the water. She washed her tail feathers, her wing feathers, and her doo. And there was lots and LOTS of quacking!
Let there be peace on the farm once again. Until tomorrow, when she discovers we still have a leaky pool.