Hugs feel good.
Whether it be a single arm bro-hug or an embrace we’re sure we can stay in forever, hugs feel good…even if it’s with a chicken.
We didn’t have chickens, but my siblings and I had ducks when we were kids and teenagers; white Peking ducks. We had two sets—Clarabelle & Lucky and Doc & Ace. The last set were known as “The Guys.”
They loved watermelon rinds and swimming in our above ground pool. They’d follow us around the backyard if they weren’t digging holes in my mom’s flower beds; she wasn’t a huge fan of “The Guys.”
Like anyone else, I suppose, “The Guys” grew cranky as they aged. We had to wear rubber boots outside even in the summer to protect our Achilles tendons; not all the time—mostly when we were feeding them. Though I do remember sprinting to the back door to escape their death grip.
The little nubbin ducks have on the front of their bills, to help them break out of their shells as ducklings, hurts like a son-of-a-bitch.
We affectionately referred to thigh high waders as “duck boots.” Actually, we still do.
If we crouched down to their level and held out our arms, they ‘d come running and slide their faces and long necks over our shoulders—they’d seemingly nibble their way as well. Their feathers were soft. They made a sound that only my brother, sister and I can effectively describe to each other. If you know us, we can imitate it for you.
There’s a hand motion too…
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