I know anyone new to the blog wouldn't understand that we are a dairy. I am on a bit of a bird kick at the mo'.
I realized I have never talked about our Muscovy ducks. We got three ducklings back on Easter. We named them the Marx brothers: Groucho, Harpo and Karl. One of them - we'll go ahead and say Groucho - met with some unknown disaster that ended in a badly broken leg and had to be euthanized, but the other two have grown to be entertaining little residents.
It would seem that Harpo is a girl and Karl is a big beefy stud. They have been mating a lot recently. I am very hopeful that we will have ducklings some day.
Here is Karl. Pretty boy.
We liked these guys so much that we got three more females last week. They arrived the same day as Dory, and TOD was so excited that he tried to mount one of them. They have been hiding under the barn ever since. Stupid TOD.
Last night they ventured out into the open for a few hours, so I expect them to relax and blend in soon. When they do, I'll take photos. We got a black one, a grey one and then another tan like the Marx twins.
In Peep Peep news, all 13 are still alive and are growing fast. They are also becoming more independent. Though they still prefer to follow Dawn around, some will linger at the feed or the water when she moves on. So adorable. I caught two drinking today.
In chicken news, only Frenda seems to be laying now, at least that we can verify. Christian thinks we'll find a ton of old stinky eggs somewhere if we dare to look. The other day I cracked open one of her eggs and found our first double yolker. I was so excited I took a photo. It's the egg on the bottom half of the pan. How cool is that?
And finally, because I am obsessed, here is another shot of TOD. It's hard to hate him when he is just so darned fabulous.
Hmmm. Where to Start?
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