In their new and improved brooder where there’s more room to scamper about while still staying warm and toasty. Since they are now in the garage with their heat lamp (and a supplemental heater plugged in outside of it, as it’s been in the 40’s at night and I’m still not convinced they are warm enough with just the heat lamp since the garage is not insulated), we’re back to having them on straw instead of towels (and man does our basement smell better by the way!). For non-duck owners, did you know that ducks’ eyes do not turn in their sockets so they have to turn their heads up to look at you? So you can see who’s paying attention in these shots, haha…Today they’ve got a taste for some scraps of leftover romaine that I chopped up with some bits of sage and lavender to boot. Yesterday we gave them their first “swim” in some warm water in a plastic tub we had – they went nuts! Not truly ‘swimming’ but definitely trying out the dunking of the head and preening a bit. I could swear too that Ethel (black with white neck) croaked a bit and is just around the corner from beginning to quack (they still cheep-cheep-cheep right now…).
Well dang. I’ve been up at the crack of dawn, not sleeping well, frequently going in to see how the little ones are doing. Setting the alarm for 5 am to make sure the timer on the heater in the garage is reset during chilly nights and ending up watching them with a small smile on my face. These four babies.
Ducklings, I mean.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night to make sure their ducks are still alive? Do they have enough water? Are they shivering from a sudden draft I didn’t notice? Has one MacGyver’d their way out and is currently hiding in a place I can’t reach? Are they okay?