The ducks’ wings are getting stronger and stronger, but they aren’t strong enough yet to let the ducks really fly. Everytime the girls flap their wings, little puffy feathers jump off the ducks and make me think of cottonwood trees.

Tomorrow the poor ducks have to stay in their house/run because their pen needs to be rebuilt. The current pen isn’t able to stand up to the stress of being moved so often. Andy and I both dread moving day, which seems to be occuring more frequently lately. The ducks are making mudholes around the waterer much, much quicker than they had been. Once the girls have a good mudhole going, the pen goes to pot pretty quickly. I shoulda taken a shot of the most recent mess, but I didn’t so here’s the last one. It’s not as impressive as the current one.

When Andy heads down the hill each night to put the sheep in the barn, I’ve been letting the ducks out to play and hunt down moths. They (the ducks) make cute little whirring, swirly, chirpy noises while they dig around in the grass. I’ve also been giving them lots of yummy treats like blackberry guts leftover from the wine juicing process and bits of tomato core. In this next photo, the girls are looking at me as if to ask, “More?”