My duckling Ophelia had a long, graceful neck; luminous, creamy feathers; and a friendly, flirty disposition. And she turned out to be a boy. So Ophelia had to rejoin her–oops, his–other siblings at my neighbor’s farm lest two males prove too rough for my little female Veelie. (There was no question of parting with the […]
Traditionalists will have it that gender is a straightforward, yes-or-no, he-or-she proposition. I know that’s not the case–witness the rainbow of gender identities that have made their presence known in today’s culture–but it took a Muscovy duckling to really drive the point home for me. My original intention was to keep two female ducklings because […]
My three ducklings just passed a milestone: I decided they were big enough to come out of the little cage they’d been staying in during the day and roam with the chickens. Fortunately, the chickens immediately recognized the ducklings as irrelevant to the pecking order, so they haven’t given the ducklings more than a curious […]
Today, alas, seven of my ten orphaned ducklings have left the nest–literally. They’ve gone to live with my Amish neighbor, where they’ll either live long and happy lives as his breeding stock or end up on somebody’s plate. He’s a firm believer in free range poultry, though, so they’ll have a happy life until their […]
Sage recently embarked on his first wilderness experience: Camp Manitou’s four day canoe trip in northern Wisconsin. He was both excited about going and surly about getting his picture taken. My little boy is growing up. And becoming a teenager.
If you’re an oboist, and you join a band, and you ride in a parade, you’ll end up with a flock of orphaned ducklings. At least that’s been my experience. It all began several years ago when, as a VERY amateur oboist, I joined the Eau Municipal Band. (Fortunately for me, it’s not picky about […]
Now that July’s heat and humidity have arrived with a vengeance, the garden is responding vigorously (especially the weedy residents of said garden.) Most of the vegetables seem to be holding their own, but the battle to keep them from being swamped is perpetual. At times, it’s overwhelming, and I become even more grateful for […]