within the days that have passed since my post on our 'missing ducks'... my son was so brave and strong... he went searching for his beloved ducks...
tattered feathers were found
he arrived home with a few tears and a sad lessoned learned
we worked tirelessly together to remove their pen, clean the whole chicken coop and surround corn crib... I did so to help him stay busy, hopefully make him see he has still his chickens and Gilberta to look after, but most of all to have him understand that he is certainly not alone with any burden — whether internally or physically -
the most wonderful thing of all, is that I too have grown as a mother and have taken notice that my 12 year old son is growing up, and becoming quite the young lad.
peace to you all~