Guess what?
We -me, Quinn, and my Daddy -just got back from the Tractor Supply Co -AKA, the Tractor store.
Annnnd, you know, it's -supposedly -spring.
And you know what that means?
I'll-be-danged-adorable-baby-critters.
There was baby chickens, baby bunnies (you don't even wanna KNOW how cute they were -and baby ducks.
Baby ducks.
I immediately decided we needed more ducks.
Quinn agreed.
We begged. And begged.
It worked!
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Dad broke down and let us get some of the cutest ducklings ever!
(We each bought one, see. It turns out, I owe Quinn two dollars.)
We brought home five, one for each of us girls.
This is Quinn's duck -she's named her -or him -Gavin.
(That's Indy's duck cheepin'.)
Willow's is the pale brown-ish duck.
Rose's duck is the quite, striped one.
This 'un-is mine.
His -her -name is Dragon.
I know, I know.
It's a duck.
Not a mythical critter with fire-breathing powers.
I know this. But, I don't really care.
Oh my goodness.
If Dragon isn't cute I don't know what is!
Thank you so much Dad! For letting us buy them!
