Wednesday 25 January 2012: Bucky Burns Night
They don't eat haggis, these lil ones, which is wonderful because I wasn't going to make it for them anyway. Bucky got a little homesick when he saw my assorted Scottish books and there was not a dry eye in the house when he sang 'My love is like a red, red rose' to Buckita. Then we sang Auld Lang Syne together, with me conducting.
As seen here.
They'll have a wee dram (of water) later, as we pass the quiach*.
* I spelled that correctly first time 'round.
This is where the journey started. You can use the BuckyBlip tag to see all the exotic/cold/interesting destinations they've visited and how Bucky left his single life behind to become a married man.
If you'd like them to visit your neck of the woods and show them around, send an email to buckytheducky[at]googlemail[dot]com with your postal address and blip journal name. Bucky and Buckita are leisurely paced duckies though, so it might be a wee while :)