Well, it's not snowing right here, yet, but lots of people are digging through snow on their egg hunts this morning.
Sunrise services are suffering bad attendence. I'll never understand that: their god, they say, suffered horribly for them; but they can't brave an inch of snow, or some cold wind, for their god? whoa....
I paid homage to the Goddess of Duck Eggs already this morning. Poor duckies: when the weather's cold on weekends, they have nothing to eat. Weekdays, the gardener feeds them. Warm days, people bring bread and stuff.
But on a cold, windy weekend day, the duckies go hungry, if the bugs aren't near the surface of the soil.
The ducks don't like me; I rob their nests. But they were so desperate today, they all came toward me as I made my rounds.
Poor duckies.
I forgot to bring them some old cereal and bread I have, darn it!
I noticed yesterday that they were begging; today, they're darn near frantic.
I'm wearing my Easter dress, anyway. I put my camel hair coat over it outside...jacket, really. I wear ski pants under it outside.
I'm hungry, but Food Not Bombs starts in about an hour, so I think I'll wait 'til then.
I got six duck eggs today. I've got about 45 boiled and dyed for the homeless people.
I got pretty cold out there this morning. My cheeks are buzzing.
Tomorrow, easter candy goes on sale! whoo hoo!
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