Let me warn you right away - I'm not just a city girl, I'm a farmer with a heart stained with earth and a soul in love with sunsets over the fields.

I have everything for real: beds, chickens, goats, and recently - ducklings.

So, for a long time I dreamed of getting muscovy ducks - they are so important, sedate, beautiful... just like duck aristocrats.
I read forums, watched videos, built them a mini-house (yes, my birds have better housing than me 🤷‍♀️).

And then — ta-dam! — they bring me a box of ducklings.

Small, fluffy, squeaking...

I fell in love with them at first sight.

I walk around, cooing:
"My muscovy ducks, my future stars of the pond!"

A few days pass. I notice that my "muscovy ducks" are growing suspiciously fast, screaming as if a rock musician had woken up in them, and eating with appetite everything that is not nailed down.

And then the neighbor says:
"What are you talking about, these are Peking ducks, not muscovy ducks. You can see it!"

I stand there with this bucket of feed and think:
"That's it, my farmer's pride has drowned in the Peking duck revolution..." 🦆💥

Of course, I could be upset.
But instead, I accepted my noisy, round, always hungry "Pekings" as new members of my ecosystem.

Now we have a duck show every day, scheduled screams, and perhaps soon - a pond party with invited corn snacks 🌽🎉

This is me: I confuse breeds, but I don’t confuse what I want from life - comfort, real feelings, and to have someone nearby who knows how to laugh when Peking ducks come to you instead of an ideal 😂

If you are like that - welcome to my (a little crazy, but very warm) farm universe.

The main thing is don't confuse me with someone else 😉 I may not be musky, but believe me, I'm a rare breed 🧡

Write if you want to know what it's like to have dinner to the sounds of geese arguing and fall asleep to the symphony of crickets 🌙

Hugs,🤗🤗🤗 you, your mistress with a broken schedule, but a huge heart ❤️