These were such happy times!
Then she could be so cheerful, lively and even a little naughty.
From the moment she saw him, she started to bob her head.
Then my hubby bobbed his head too, to answer this warm well come.
It was cute to see how she stood there – pushing with her belly against the little gate. She was really impatient to come out.
For this normal morning ritual, I always wore my Pipke's coat or my Pipke's shirt to keep my daily clothes clean for the rest of the day. It's not that she was really dirty, no - she was even very clean for a duck, but – as you probably know already: a duck can poo a lot.
(This is how my hubby described these scenes to me afterwards.)
From the moment she saw me, she started to quack even more exuberant and ran towards me – and she didn't stop quacking - until I picked her up.
Oh – she could be so sweet!
So now and then we gave her a lukewarm bath. She was keen to take a bath in the sink.
If my husband and I went together to the city, we mostly always turned back home before 3:00 PM. We didn't want her to be whole alone for too long.
Oh, she had so much to tell us.
It seemed then as if she asked us where we had been so long. Sometimes it seemed rather a protest.
So – we both had a lot of them – we wore almost nothing else when we were at home. Except for Summer: then she had no problem at all with our bare legs. This was probably because she had seen them (in Summer) when she was very tinny, and she had imprinted them!
She often called us to come outside, and then she went immediately to the garden house to eat there. She liked it very much that we pretended to be eating with her by making smacking noises.
Thereafter, like a “good girl” she went to sleep in her dog bed.
So – she settled on the lawn already, even before the easy chair was installed, waiting for him.
It seemed almost as if she was thinking then: “now that's enough, you snorer!”