La vem o pato, pataqui, patacola... Ducks, ducks galore!

Minha mae conta no blog dela, sobre uma patinha que ela teve quando crianca e que ela batizou em homenagem A SI MESMA!
Muitos anos depois, quando eu era uma menininha ( tinha uns 9 ou 10 anos), eu tambem arrumei dois patinhos. nao me lembro de onde eles sairam, mas me lembro dos meus pais nao me deixarem ficar com ele em casa no apartamento.
Fui obrigada convencida a deixa-los morar no sitio onde ficava a empresa que meu pai trabalhava. A caseira do sitio, ia cuidar dos patinhos que continuariam sendo meus, obviamente!
E obviamente, um dia eu cheguei la e meus patos tinham "fugido". Com certeza fugido para a panela dela.
Fiquei arrasada!
Muitos outros se passaram, eu tive a Anita, a Lia e nos nos mudamos para a Australia. Mais uma vez eu nao sei de onde apareceram dois patinhos, mas sei que nos adotamos o Diego e a Isabella.
Patos sao inadestraveis. E decididamente nao sao bichinhos pra criar dentro de casa muito menos dentro da caixa onde nos os instalamos. E eles faziam coco pela casa inteira. E faziam um barulho dos infernos danado.
Ate que eu decidi que eles e eu, seriam mais felizes vivendo num lago, livres e em compania de outros patinhos. Encontrei um lago maravilhoso e os soltei la.
Espero do fundo do coracao que eles tenhams e integrado a comunidade patal e que nao tenham sido "bullied" pelos moradores do lago.
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My mother has a blog ( sorry, it is only in Portuguese) and today she was telling a story about a duckling she had and decided to name in honor of HERSELF.
Many years later, when I was a little girl (I was about 9 or 10 years old), I also managed to get two ducklings. I can not remember where they came from, how did I get them, but I remember my parents not letting me keeping them at home in the apartment.I was forced persuaded to let them live in the farm where my dad's company was.
The farmer's  caretaker, would also care for my ducklings - who would still be mine, obviously!And obviously, one day I went to visit them at the farm and was told my ducks had "run away". Surely it run away straight into their oven.I was devastated!Many other years have gone by, I had Anita, Lia and we moved to Australia. Once again, I can't remember how, but we ended up with two ducklings.  Their names were Isabella and Diego.Ducks are impossible to train. And definitely ducks are not pets one should keep at home, and definetely not inside the box where we "hosued" them. They pooped all over the house. They made a hell of a noise. Until I decided it would be better to all involved specially me if they moved to a lake, where they could run free and  be in company of other ducks. I found a beautiful lake and I released them there.
I sincerely hope they found a loving and caring duck community who embraced them and they were not bullied by other ducks.