Harry, Bess and Margaret: the Trumans. Ducks all. I have managed to quack like a duck (somewhat in the manner of Donald Duck) and call these three ducks when they show up on the lake in front of our Bream Lake retreat. They seem to recognize my feeble attempt at ducksound. They come to the shore and I cast whole kernel corn at them. Most of the time they are quite grateful. Sometimes they simply quack disdainfully and paddle away. This is my first real experience at animal husbandry and I must say I am immensely fulfilled. I fear, however, that we have misnamed and mis-sexed the poor birds. We witnessed the discouraging spectacle of Bess mounting Harry a few weeks ago. To us they will still be Harry, Bess and Margaret.
Harry, Bess and Margaret: the Trumans. Ducks all. I have managed to quack like a duck (somewhat in the manner of Donald Duck) and call these three ducks when they show up on the lake in front of our Bream Lake retreat. They seem to recognize my feeble attempt at ducksound. They come to the shore and I cast whole kernel corn at them. Most of the time they are quite grateful. Sometimes they simply quack disdainfully and paddle away. This is my first real experience at animal husbandry and I must say I am immensely fulfilled. I fear, however, that we have misnamed and mis-sexed the poor birds. We witnessed the discouraging spectacle of Bess mounting Harry a few weeks ago. To us they will still be Harry, Bess and Margaret. 
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