Wrigley here. Finally we ducks
get to have a chance to speak. I heard
the dogs already told you how cold it has gotten. Well, I say they are just a
bunch of woozies because we feathered folks think it’s just right. Of course the cold temperature did wreak
havoc on our ole swimming hole but, all
in all, we are doing great. The tall
skinny guy and the chubby lady keep trying to be friendly. Didn’t they get the
memo that we ducks are not social?! Oh
my! We cackle and carry on like a herd
of chickens when they try to get close to us, but frankly, if it weren’t for
the worm snacks we probably wouldn’t give them the time of day. I mean a drake has his pride, ya know?
Hope you are seeing lots of feathered pretties in Costa Rica, but don’t
get to liking it too well. We want you home!
Respectfully your most handsome drake,
Wrigley
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