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Archive for June 2009

Jun
28

A New Address

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Mr. and Mrs. Duck have done their job.
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I put Mr. and Mrs. Duck in charge of our six baby Pekins.
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After free-ranging briefly, I put Mr. and Mrs. Duck back in the chicken yard to adopt and raise the Pekins. They’re grown now. They’re huge. In fact, they’re bigger than Mr. and Mrs. Duck.

And Mr. and Mrs. Duck have a new job.
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Their own babies, the three ducklings that hatched in my incubator after I picked up some of Mrs. Duck’s eggs.

And the chicken yard is getting crowded. The incubator chicks have graduated from the brooder into the chicken yard, joining the teenage chickens.
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The teenage chickens are growing out their feathers. This was the sexed batch, all hens. And they’re gorgeous. I love the bearded Americaunas.
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And my golden girls, the Buff Orpingtons.
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There are also Dominiques, Barred Rocks, and Silver-Laced Wyandottes in this batch. They’re not ready to free-range yet, and they need more room in the chicken yard.

And the ducks need the pond.

I chased the six Pekins around the chicken house. Despite the travails of their life under chicken tyranny, they didn’t want to go. I shoved them, three per load, into a cat carrier and carried them out to the pond. Then I dumped them, forcibly by gravity, out of the carrier because once they were in the carrier, they weren’t leaving it.

They took to the water like, er, ducks to water.
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The blissful, near euphoric bathing went on for hours.

Then Pekin #2 said to Pekin #5: “I’m never going back to that dry chicken hell hole. EVER”
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And people could hear me banging my head against the wall all the way to Kentucky.

But it was so heartwarming to see them on the pond, to see them so happy. They are finally home.
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You may now address correspondence to the Pekins at: Pekin Private Spa, 1 Pond Circle, Stringtown Rising Farm, USA.
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Don’t expect them to write you back or anything, though. They’re busy. THEY’RE ON THE POND!!!!

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Jun
28

The Odd Duck

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Boomer likes the pond, too. And he doesn’t even bother the ducks!

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Jun
27

A Portrait of Three Dogs

The Good.
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The Bad.
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And the….
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…YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE!!!!!

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Jun
27

Budding Star

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I think this sunflower bud kinda looks like a 1960s movie monster….. Don’t you?

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