In-dee-de-do. I'm actually finding this a fun learning experience. Will have the board ready when Chessman gets home from work tomorrow (Thur) and should have you a post tomorrow night, after the results are in :)))))
"they can start dating and/or get married when they are 30 yrs. old!"
Goodness! Lobo, don't you think that's a little young? LOL I just must share with you our following experience re: father-daughter relationship.
We live on the river here in North Carolina. Nice spot away from the clorinated city water and girdled streets of town. Much wildlife. Some migratory and other year round residence, esp. ducks. One breed called Muscovey are very domesticated and friendly. Wander thru everyones yard like little vac. cleaners and aside the usual birdseed residue, they scoff up all the bread and corn they can convince a land owner they must have for survival. As if!
Well probably needless to say, we love our little wildlife. One year, I found a baby Muscovy in the yard. Homeless little critter wasn't much larger than a cotton ball. So I took it in, quickly read all I could on childduck rearing and had the adoption papers waiting for hubby to sign when he got home.
Suffice it to say, for lack of time and writing space, we went crazy over that duck. It lived in the house, thought we were its' parents and stayed under foot ALL day long. Took its' nap in the cuff of my sweatpants and slept on while I walked about doing my chores. Just loved to get in the hood of my husband sweatshirt and took many a trip to the store, etc. curled up in there.
We were attached!
Once puberty set in she began to spend more time outside, tho always coming in at night to sleep. She had a few 'courters' for several weeks but always under the watchful eye of Pop. But then one day.....one day.....one day she met her Mate. Oh, its' almost more than I can bear to recall. The sight of a grown man running around the yard, yelling at a male Muscovy, to " get the hell away from my little girl" And then having all his efforts thwarted by the mysterious forces of nature.
Just suffice it to say that we went on to become happy and proud grandparents, many times over and she always came home to have 'em!
And boy is that another story.....