Are you kidding me?

Last night I went to the grocery store leaving my boys working out in our front flower bed. About thirty minutes into my shopping, I received a phone call from my Brian telling me that he and Anthony had just made a discovery underneath our dining room window. Since I can’t make you guess, I’ll just tell you....duck eggs.

Can you believe it?

On Monday of this week, my Brian called me at work and told me that a momma duck and a daddy duck were in the front yard and when he was walking Anthony down to the sitters (Anthony of course lost his mind running and screaming after them), and now I know what they were doing. In any normal occurrence, this would be a joyous and sweet moment, but if you remember correctly and trust me I do, things didn’t turn up all fine and well last year! The amazing thing about this is that on my street alone there are at least fifteen or so houses and four with pools and did I mention we are no further than two miles away from a DUCK POND, yet momma duck still manages to make it to our yard.

Let’s hope that this batch turn out better than last years. I’ll keep everyone updated!