This is our new batch of hatchlings who have been living in my bathtub.
This guy is a Pekin and who looks the most like his daddy, Goose, out of both batches of new babies.
His hatchmates are half Cayuga and half Pekin. I find it interesting how the color traits of the parents are represented in the babies. Black feet with orange stripes, black wings with white tips. I can't wait to see them grow into their adult feathers. I wonder how they'll change.
That little guy on the right is the same age as the other two but clearly is the runt of the litter. He got off to a rough start and we didn't expect him to make it but he's perked up and we're hopeful.
We're careful not to call him a runt to his face. Instead we call him a teacup duck. It makes him feel trendy.
I taught a felting class last night. A group of really receptive and fun women sat together and needled wool into bird shapes for a good long time.
It's a cool thing to witness a group of mostly strangers sit, each working on their project, bonding through the shared experience. Chatting, laughing, learning, occasionally "ouch!"ing. We snacked on rhubarb curd in graham cracker crusts and discussed ducks in the bathtub and what peculiar creatures cats are. It was a good night.
And just look how cute their birds turned out. I love the worm in the mouth.
These are just a few of the fantastic wee birds made last night.
Thank you, ladies, for the fun night and for allowing me to share the craft with you. It was good fun.
They're enjoying days out in the yard, safe in the confines of their tractor. They're getting swimmy time and bug-eating time, and generally enjoying being ducks.
Their parents are not even the least bit interested in them, but it wasn't until Goose had turned white that his mom wanted anything to do with him so we'll see. That's big Goose on the right, in mid-Quack.
And what is this? Why yes, three new little lives were added to the brooder box yesterday.
One little yellow Pekin and two silvery black Pekin/Cayuga crosses. One of the little guys has yellow wing tips and an orange stripe on each of his black feet. I'm utterly in love.
Three healthy, happy little ducks have hatched. We're all smitten and enjoying their peeping and silly antics. You haven't seen funny until you've seen three duckling swimming in your sink. Hilarity, I tell ya.
Hello blue eyes.
Notice the guy on the left is sticking his tongue out. Just like a kid.
Cuddling a duck while still in your pajamas is a great way to start the week.
I had a craving this week for something sweet and creamy. I really wanted ice cream, but alas, we had none. I did have some rhubarb stalks though and coconut milk. I infused a simple syrup with the rhubarb (which, holy wow, is that tasty) and added it to a slushie I made with the coconut milk and grated ginger. Yes. Oh my yes. About a gazillion calories, but yes anyway.
I bought this sweet little oil lamp from my friend Haddie the potter and my kids lost the wick so I turned it into a little water reservoir for an acorn. I keep it on my window ledge at work and when I came back after the weekend I found that my acorn has sprouted teeny tiny leaves. Happiness.
Betty thinks my patio furniture is her perch. It is not. Do you hear me, Betty? Not.
In a few days I may be a grandma. Our little Goose may be a daddy soon. Though I never count my chickens ducks before they hatch, two of the eggs in the incubator have pipped as of this morning. They still have to make it through hatch, but there is a little hope that I might have two ducklings to love soon. Cross your fingers for us.
Stones. I miss working on stones. My work life and my home life have been pretty busy and my hands are yearning for their own work. I'm hoping to put some of these stones in them this weekend.
A change of pace. Needing desperately to unwind after a long day, I decided to grab some of the clay I had dug from the yard and slaked long ago. I rolled and squished and played until I made some forms that have been in my head for a while. I envision some little woolly worlds in these and I'm hopeful they'll make it through the firing process.
Join me for an evening of needle-felting in the historic Franklin Arts Center.
You'll learn how to use wool and specially barbed needles to make a sweet little bird that stands on wire legs.
Cost is $20 and covers all of the instruction, tools, and materials you'll need to make your own little tweet. You'll keep your felting mat and needles, and extra supplies and wool will be available for purchase from the instructor after the class.
Good conversation, coffee, and snacks are complimentary. Join in the fun!
Register two ways.
send me an email (email@example.com) and pay the night of the class