You know how sometimes you just need to get out of the house on a Friday night? But you have a toddler that you have to bring with you and a teenager to pick up from a friend's house in a couple hours. And you don't want to eat out again because that's what you always do when you find yourself in this situation. So you say to your husband, "Hey... why don't we go to the Tractor Supply store?"
What? Just me?
Anyway, you're thinking up grand plans for this year's garden and you wander the aisles collecting ideas and odd things like a plastic owl and a seed starter kit and ducks.
What? Just me again? You people need to learn to live it up.
Well, that's what happened and that's why we now have two ducks living in a giant storage tub in our master bathroom.
Why are they in the bathroom? To keep them safe from the cat, of course. He was all a-purr when we brought home a chirping box.
The ducks have to stay under a heat lamp until their feathers come in (right now, they are still fluffy yellow), which gives us time to set up some sort of outdoor coop for them.
In the meantime, we are playing with them several times a day. We've read that ducks imprint on people and we want them to get used to us.
And yes, we've named them. Squackers earned his name when he chirped nearly non-stop through the store and all the way home. Then when we pulled the ducklings out of the box, the other one climbed me and nipped at the button on my shirt. "I think his name is Buttons," my husband proclaimed. And so it was.
Now I introduce Squackers and Buttons to you. Expect gratuitous duck pictures.