Are Your Ducks In A Row???....

These are the "farm ducks"....and they are never in a row!

Are your ducks in a row?

When I was taking these pictures...I started to think about that saying....and this is what I came up

with...(some really deep stuff....)

I have never seen a group of ducks in a row....except....

when they are baby ducks following their mother...and even then...not that straight of a row.

I guess the saying doesn't say anything about being straight......

Is that saying used like it is....because it is impossible to get ducks in a row?

Or...is it possible to get ducks in a row...and how would one go about doing that??

What is the purpose of having one's duck's in a row??

Will these ducks ever be in a row???....I am pretty sure they never will.

Is that a problem when you are a "farm duck"....I don't think so.

Just some thoughts I had while taking these pictures;)  Pointless, I know...but it did

make for some pretty funny conversation with The Farmer as we drove around the farm.

The Farmer and I ended up on an interesting adventure about a week ago...it began

with a visit to the farms to check the peach buds....and ended in a little town....past the

Rancho Guadalupe, where the "farm duck" live.  I hadn't been to this little town in

years...it a beautiful little place...well hidden and filled with some interesting folks...with some

interesting professions, (some legit...some, not so much)....anyway, regardless it is very

picturesque and lovely.  As we passed through the town, The Farmer chose to follow a dirt

road, which led to more and more beautiful locations!  It was a treat.

The Farmer found himself a swinging bridge...which I opted not to cross...it was too

scary for me.  He on the other hand, inched his way across this very rickety bridge, that

was made from old pallets, and other pieces of discarded wood.

You can see...that the cable holding the bridge up, is wrapped around the old log at the side

of the bridge....hummm...now that's security isn't it???;)

In the middle of nowhere, we came upon this cemetery.

It was really amazing!  It was well kept, pretty clean, and there was not a name on any grave

in that cemetery.  Not one name.

It made me wonder who cares for the cemetery...do people visit there often, and why

aren't there any names of the graves?  Certainly those that are buried are loved by

their family and friends, and I would guess that those families and friends don't want to forget

their loved one that has passed away.  Very unusual for a cemetery that is currently

in use...not to have names on the graves.  Many of the crosses were freshly painted, in bright

and cheery colors. And colorful artificial flower arrangements were in place in the

gravesites.  Rocks were carefully stacked....and very little garbage was visible.

It was even surrounded by a very rustic wooden fence, to protect the graves from grazing

cattle or other animals that may be passing by.  In all it's simplicity...

it was a pretty impressive sight. 

It was the end of our trail that afternoon.  And a perfect ending it was.

I often think I have seen most everything that is interesting in our area...and then I have

a day like this one, where I am quickly reminded that there is soooo much yet to see,

....in my own backyard!