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More Gratuitous Duck Photos

It's time for some more duck photos, don't you think? I think so.

Buttons and Squackers have been with us for two weeks now and, yes, they're still in a makeshift brooder in our bathroom. (Don't I sound like I know what I'm doing when I use the term "brooder?" Ours is really just a big storage bin with a red heating lamp over it.)

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Last week we introduced them to the bathtub and, let me tell you, they LOVE it. They primped and preened and drank and cleaned. I've never seen such thorough scrub-a-dub-dubbing.

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You may have also noticed that these little guys (or girls?) are getting bigger. Here's what they looked like when we brought them home two weeks ago:

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So little. They both fit in my hands at the same time. By contrast, here's what they looked like a week ago while roaming our bathroom...

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...and here's what they looked like this morning.

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That's just two weeks worth of growth, people! Also, note the bare spots on their neck and wings. I wonder if feathers are on their way?

So there you have it. More gratuitous duck photos.

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