Last night, we got home and three duck eggs in our incubator started hatching. The eggs had been transfered from my parents house and the short time of lack of humidity let the shells harden. So I helped them out, flecked away at pieces of broken shell so that the little ducks could emerge from each egg.
It was amazing to see them come out of the birth sack in the egg and they have umbilical cords that come loose from the sack.
They’re part Muscovy and some either Mallard or Pekin.
Hi, Mama!
Best wishes,
Jerry
Ducks have to be some of the coolest birds ever.
Quack!
Where’s Duckrasta been lately?
Ya think they’ll eat mosquitos like full bred mucscovies?
Knowing that they’re ducks: If they can see it, they will eat it.
They’re already eating solid food.
Chiffs off the old block?
What a trio of cuties!!
Cherish them now, while you can. Because, before you know it, they’ll be off to college, never writing or phoning home (save to ask for more Purina Duck Chow) and you’re left with a terminal case of ‘empty nest syndrome’.
I know, raising ducks isn’t what its quacked up to be.
Anyone else out there know the French dance tune called The Three Ducks?!
I’m going to a session tonight and will play it in honour of the three in question!
Barry
“What happened Mitch?”
“Gull hit her”
“I don’t know about their ‘brain-pan’ but those birds attacked the children.”
Excellent. I am fond of ducks. Once had a bucketful of 'em myself!
I have never known birds of
different species to flock together.
The very concept is unimaginable.
Why if that happened, we wouldn’t
have a chance. How could we possibly
hope to fight them?
Put up a big scarecrow with a smiley face pinned on it and confuse them into submission! 
Hmmm, Walden’s new smiley reminds me of something, but I can’t think what it is…
A pickle?
No, I’d say it’s a cross section of an umbilical cord.
I tried to find the dialog for that part but couldn’t. Good job.