British Columbia, Canada
Well...Sarah never came in the house, she was a sort of lawn mower at my Grandparents house, with the biggest, most beautiful eyes you ever saw. She came to their house as a baby and got bigger and bigger too like your duck Nancy Lee. Gramma would milk her and we could make whipping cream from the top of that milk, and too this day I can't stand store milk! All the kids loved her, fed her, rode her, watched her grow. However like kids, we didn't do what we were supposed to, and that was keep her away from the vegetable patches.
We were all warned (there were 9 cousins that hung around that house being babysat, plus me.) Being kids we didn't realize it was as big a problem as my grandparents did. That garden it turned out was shared with everyone and helped out those that couldn't afford fresh veggies. I just remember watching my Gramma canning stuff all summer long. (I thank her for teaching me that and still do it today.)
Well...Thanksgiving rolled around and there we sat in our Sunday best at my Gramma's big old table, and I mean big as it sat my Dad, and his brothers and sisters numbering 10, and all their kids too, and I had 14 cousins all together. My Grampa brought out the most awesome roast of beef, (the kind you see at buffets yanno?) and started carving it up onto our plates. It tasted so good, we had not had beef for a long, long time. Joey, my cousin said, "Well at least we can get to the gardens now without stepping on cowpies." As God is my witness, I threw up so badly it shot clear down to my Grampa and landed in front of his plate! I ran upstairs into the 3rd floor bathroom, locked the door and would not come out for hours, just crying and crying. Now this is true, I just started eating beef again maybe only about 8 years ago, and I still think of Sarah and remember those eyes. As a matter of fact - Kacy's daughter Sarah has the same big brown eyes, and when she was here I went on a no beef campaign for a while again. Let's face it - how may vegetables do you get to know that personally? Well there is my cow story as promised Nancy Lee.
The Cow Tail Of Sarah