And in Duck News . . .

My very first post on my blog was about my ducks and their aversion to water. Seriously. They wouldn't go in. You can read about it here: Awww Ducks.

Well, I'm pleased to announce that my ducks have seen the light! Or, as the case may be, the water!

Check it:

 I'm so proud. It's only taken 6 months and freezing cold weather to tempt them into the water.

OK.

So, now a confession:

Yup. That's as deep as they go. But their feet aren't touching; I think that counts for something! Hey . . . baby waddles, ya know?

And they're REALLY enjoying the water. Here's a few more shots of them frolicking.

Splashin'The only drake we have stretching for the ladiesTaking a nap with one look out at the readyQUACK!!I hope they're able to take a few swims around the pond before it starts freezing over. Keeping my fingers crossed.

In fiber news, I have a lot of new batts up in the shop, with more to come. Check them out! And I'll be working to update the blog with breed information; my goal is to have an info page for each breed that goes into the batts. It'll take me a while, but I still think it's important to keep spinners educated!

Take care everyone--and I'd love some comments about my gifted ducks!!

Awww Ducks . . .

If you’ve ever taken your mother, or any mother for that matter, for granted, try herding ducks. We have a little flock of 10 motherless ducks that don’t know how to be ducks, and it’s really made me appreciate moms everywhere. This morning my mom-in-law and I spent close to an hour trying to get the ducks to go in the pond. I’m not sure if we’re cut-out to be surrogate duck moms.

Beautiful pond . . . 

No ducks.

We were two grown women with sticks playing border collie to these 10 confused birds. Once we got them to the pond, they couldn’t figure out what to do with the water. It was like they were afraid to get their feet wet! Stupid ducks.
We left them at the water’s edge splashing in the shallows. I ran inside to get my camera for a few glamour shots, and this is what I found when I came back:

A chicken leading the ducks.

Away from the pond. . .

Back to the pine trees.

I turned my back for 10 minutes and anarchy ensued!
It just confirms the necessity for my vigilance over my own children. You never know what chickens lurk at the edges of ponds ready to lure your kids into theft, drugs and alcohol!

My ducks need a mommy duck to teach them how to be ducks. We all need a mom to teach us right from wrong, how to be good people and keep us out of trouble, and my poor ducks have no one. They’ve gone astray and now are afraid of water and allow a chicken to lead them. What is this world coming to?

Thank you mom for showing me how great the pond is and keeping the chickens away.

Tomorrow we’ll try again. . .