I woke up on this Friday off to a drizzly morning which meant I wasn’t going to be mowing the lawn as was planned. So what’s a boy to do on a cloudy day with intermittent rain? Go fishing in his pond, of course.
And sometimes you get a little lucky.
When I returned to shore, the ducks had made their way out into the open. Only problem is I only count nine ducks. The last time I counted there were ten. We knew when we decided to let our ducks roam free around the pond and property that we may lose a few, but it is surprising when one just disappears.
River spent the day doing what River does best, sleeping on the porch swing.