since our lawn is ankel deep.
Sean - "Honey, you want me to get that?"
Me -"Sure. Grrrrrr....," tug,tug,tug, push some more, slip. Yup, slip. Whack. Yes, a big whack. Stars circling, Dear Love running and hovering, me crouching and kneeling and rocking and groaning. A pack of Cascadian Farm mixed vegetables for ice. Dear Husband pacing, ready to send me to ICU. Me (after a peek in the foyer mirror)- chuckle, chuckle, "I've got to take a picture of this! Wow! A fight with a duck house!"
I think the duck house won. I'm off to bed with a tylenol.
(in my defense, I was pushing it uphill.)