Dummy Ducks! A few nights ago, they were quacking non-stop.

I stepped out on the deck, and the neighbor catty-corner to us had his deck lit up, the Bar-B-Que going and country music playing. The ducks were alarmed by that and just wouldn't shut up.

They quacked until the neighbor shut it down and went inside--which they probably did to get away from the quackers.
I butchered 6 today. I met the dreaded pinfeathers.

I battled the dreaded pinfeathers.

Needless to say, the dreaded pinfeathers won the battle.

I even went to the grocery store and bought paraffin wax. I waxed a duck, made a huge mess and the #$%#$% pinfeathers still came out the winner.

I just did the best I could with it.....
Nine more to go.
Even though I dry picked with the duck half in a paper feed sack, feathers still flew all over the place. The backyard looks like two NFL teams dueled to the death with feather pillows. So not only do I have all these durn feathers to deal with......now I gotta do something with all these football players bodies......get the backhoe......