The Blue Runner Ducks are laying again. Finding their eggs scattered willy-nilly about their duck coop since the beginning of March has been both a blessing and a curse. I’d have to lay on my stomach every morning and crawl into their low-roofed abode, stretching and reaching toward the corners to harvest the precious cargo. Then wriggle backwards out, still on my stomach, so that I wouldn’t slam my head on the top of the doorway.
I found a tool a couple of weeks into this new daily chore, and pulling the eggs out in the basket of a garden cultivator meant I was spared the (reeking) immersion. However the long handle would awkwardly slam and jab the coop or me or get tangled in the mesh garden fencing outside -just another little annoyance that I seemed not to master.
This past weekend we pulled the roof off…
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