There were always ducks on the
farm. Once Mom wrote that her
daughter-in-law, Shirley, had 13 ducks. “They
are white. As the pond dried up they
will not have no place to swim.”
From the bus window as we passed
through Ukrainian villages, we saw white geese, white ducks, brown & white
& black goats, white & brown turkeys with chicks, and red hens (cluckers)
with yellow chicks and ducklings.
In Grandpa & Grandma’s village,
we saw lines of white geese and ducks leaving different houses and going to
this village common. In the evening,
they all trooped back to their respective homes. I still think that is so cute.
In Grandpa's day, a river flowed through here, but it now follows a different course.
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