My porch stinks.
Luckily, for me, that's not code for anything. My actual porch, or rather that postage stamp of enclosed space between my carport and my front door that was left over after converting most of my porch into a home office, actually stinks.
I got a little sidetracked there trying to figure out what that would be code for. I'm guessing it would be something to do with the area covered by underwear. After all, most of our code deals with aspects of that area. It's true. Humans are just obsessed with butts and genitalia. I also thought about it being code for a stinky chin, but I'm not sure why that would need a code or why one's chin would get stinky.
The reason for the stinky porch is the dozen ducklings in a cage gorging and pooping in the corner. Many of you may think of ducks as more beautiful or more dignified than chickens, but you'd be wrong. Ducks may look nice and neat and not be associated with reeking chicken coups, but the truth is that they're much worse. They may bathe a lot more, but ducks eat more and drink a LOT more than chickens, and with that increase in intake comes the corresponding increase in output.
Yes, my porch smells like duck shit.
Of course this sounds like something that's entirely my fault, but for once, the livestock in my porch is not here because of me. My sister mail ordered a variety pack of ducks for my son's second birthday. She did ask permission before placing the order, so it's partly my fault, but I can't wait until it's consistently warm enough or they're feathered enough to just keep them outside.
And here's a photo of the brood. Isn't the yellow one with the afro a trip?