You already know about the class chicks. They've been home a little while, but they are still in the brooder, so they are still babies.
|Why is this picture sideways, Blogger? Why???|
Then we have our ducklings. The planned ducklings, ordered back in January. They arrived on Wednesday and are doing wonderfully.
The little yellow ones are White Cresteds and the little brown at the top and the black on the bottom are Runners. I think the Runners are my favorites. They are always so friendly.
Then we have the little striped trio:
|Gah! Curse you, Blogger!!!!|
Today, we had some surprise babies! I walked past Ginger, who didn't scream like a banshee, and I looked at her to see why. Lo and behold:
Crazy Ginger hatched her babies. Two little ducks, one looks like a Runner/Blue Swedish, and the other is a Welsh Harlequin/something combo. We have interesting genetics here, don't we? Chicken or duck, we offer interesting combinations, it seems.
They look to be about a day old, so I think they hatched yesterday, and we didn't see. Unfortunately, Ginger was still sitting on her nest, on the third egg, which had either hatched and smothered, or rotted after being pretty well developed, and it STANK. Ugh. She seemed to still think it was going to hatch, but obviously, that wasn't gonna happen. I held my nose and cleaned out her nest, hoping she'd now give it up. She hasn't so far. If she doesn't take the babies for food and water soon, I'll have to take them away. I did sneak in and give them some water (fighting off the blows from Ginger at the time), and they were thirsty. I am really hoping she gets on it and does what she's supposed to do. If not, they'll join the four other little ones. It wouldn't be ideal, though.
You'd think that was it, right? Nah. I've got more. Yesterday saw the arrival of the two biggest babies yet to grace Chicken Scratch.
How do you name your animals? I often wait to see what they "look" like and then name them what seems to be right for them. Sometimes they don't seem to have an name. But did you ever have an animal name themselves? I never have. Minerva is the first. Lilly looked like a Lilly to me when I met her, and I thought it would fit her, and it does. But Minerva didn't have a name. She didn't look like any name I could think of. Nothing fit. Honestly, I was just going to bring her home, live with her a little while, and see what might work. But yesterday, I got her in the car, jumped in myself, said hi to Lilly, and then out came "Hi Minerva!". Yeah. I don't know where it came from. It wasn't a name I had even thought of. But there it was, so I have to figure she picked it herself. And there she is. Minerva.
Minerva is the herd queen. Where Minerva goes, Lilly follows.
|Eating from their outdoor hay rack|
Minerva enjoys tasting everything. Everything.
|Like my book|
Lilly is sweet.
|Don't you love their bright pink water bucket? They didn't trust it yesterday, but now they do.|
It's just like babies. Oy. But I am pleased to say that they are doing very well and are sweet, sweet girls. I don't think I've yet had an animal that is as accepting and open as these two are. They are a joy.
And that's really it. Be prepared for many more stories about all these little ones. We are hopping!