CA POPPY wrote:
Old-Biscuit wrote:
Grandma had a pet duck.....his name was Malcolm
He terrorized me every time we visited Grandma.....hated that duck.
Best news I got was when she called and said Malcolm had been stolen.
When my brothers and I were kids, we each received a baby chick as we left the movie theater (it was Easter.) We were thrilled, Mom, not so much. We raised those chicks to big, strapping white leghorns, until the neighbors went nuts from the crowing, since all were roosters. Mom suggested we give them to an elderly lady who had a small menagerie in her yard. A week or so later, we went to visit our "chickens" and guess what? Mrs Murphy said they all ran away. :E Mom and Dad laughed themselves silly. I wonder if Malcolm met the same kind of fate?
IF he did....that had to be one tough bird to eat. He was quite old when he came up missing.
I was just tickled he was gone.