My Cousin?



In Dawson City, Yukon I was at a First Nation's Festival and I spotted a young man holding a blue duck. Barb, an accomplished geneaologist, did some research on Ancestry.com and said that the blue duck is surely an 18th or 20th cousin of mine. He's blue simply because it gets really cold in the Yukon in winter. Cold like 50 degrees below zero! All I can say is that this distant cousin doesn't seem to have the brains God gives a duck or he would go to Mexico in the winter with all the smart Canadians.