The wind of winter...

For you Game of Thrones connoisseurs out there, I'm sure you'll get that title in a heartbeat! Unfortunately, I can't, myself, relate to the novels as much. I can, however, tell you anything you need to know about the first two seasons of the show, both of which LaVaughn and I watched in a little under a week. Actually, we're a few episodes into the 3rd season as well.

After we finished American Horror Story (minus half of season 3), we decided it was time for something new. We both love GOT type shows and movies, so I thought it would be a hit, which it was.

It's a very touchy show to say the least. I get pissed off easily and really honestly don't understand some of it. Some of the actions of certain characters just rub me the wrong way... a couple in particular. Those people don't alter the fact that the show is spectacular, though. I'm not looking forward to the end of season 3, so I'm having to dig deep to muster up the courage to get myself through it.

TV series aside, I actually did feel the wind of winter today. LaVaughn and I went to town a little while ago to do some shopping. Since we have literally nothing good to eat at home, we decided to stop in for some Chinese. Had I know we would be eating in town, I would have preferred to just eat in the actual restaurant.

Of course we wouldn't lower ourselves to something so simple and belittling, we wanted to nearly freeze to death and eat our takeout at the park! At least no one was around to see the spectacle. By the time we were finishing up, actually I believe LaVaughn was already done and on her way to the car, my food felt as though it had been refrigerated and was being taken out to be warmed up!

A small price to pay for such a memorable day. And it wasn't all bad, I suppose.

It helped that we had good music playing whilst we ate. We're really into End of the Line by The Traveling Wilburys at the moment, so we just played that on a loop on the phone. How can someone not love a song/band with the likes of Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, and Bob Dylan!? Not to mention the other two fantastic members.

All our ducklings are thriving, luckily. We're giving them temporary names at the moment, at least until they come into their own. Of course, we're naming them after some of the characters on Game of Thrones, but that's to be expected. All except one little guy, he's being called Kenneth for some reason. Oh well, it's fitting I suppose. We had named one Morquita, but decided against it once we came to our senses. I'll admit, part of me still wants to call him/her that.

As of now, we're able to tell all the ducklings apart. Either by size or bill markings, but that will all change soon enough. I'm hoping they all develop different characteristics. Until then, we'll just use what's easiest.

While we're on the subject of baby things, I may as well go ahead and talk about the joeys Chloe is expecting soon. One of the little ones is for sure a Platinum, but doesn't appear to be a TPM. It's a boy, by the way. I'm 96.3% sure the other joey is a Leucistic, but I could be wrong. Only time will tell.

Well, I suppose that's all for now. Time for the ducklings to have some yard time. I'll be sure to update this blog with pictures of playtime. Until then...

Love & Peace

-Megan

Prepare yourselves for an obscene amount of duckling pictures:

Look at all the duckling cuteness!

I love Khaki Campbell ducklings!

He's so cute.