Also, I guess there are ducks here now, for whatever raisins. They have been following me around and they are kind of jerks. The precise number it takes to tip a cadre of ducks over the line from “charming” into “sinister” is six, by the way.

Their appearance has also elevated the number of bird species milling around this house to Weird-Plague proportions. Their presence is upsetting the pheasants.

I don’t know what the fuck is going on.