While no flour, sugar or butter went into the making of these fuzz balls, they are still full of love.
My foster ducks and geese have been in fine hormonal fetal this spring and they will soon be returning to their farm. In preparation for their departure, I have realized that they've become an integral part of the landscape. They keep the lawn trimmed and fertilized. They warn the neighborhood of possible danger. They eat slugs and weeds. And they provide entertainment, albeit sometimes of the horrific variety. But by and large, they are lovely creatures. I'm also hoping that since I was their birth coach, wielding a tweezer to help extract them from their insanely tough shells (hen's eggs are soft butter compared to the rock hard water fowl iteration and assisting in their hatch is common place), they'll look to me as their adoptive Mother Goose. I certainly hope so because I've already fallen head over heels in love with all 13 of my ducklings and 7 of my goslings.
|First gosling peaking through!|
|Pippy, the first hatchling.|
|Simon, hatchling number 2.|
|Tank, hatchling number 3 and the first Toulouse gosling to emerge.|
|Pippy and Simon recovering from a long 2 days of hatching.|
|Pippy and Simon keep Tank warm.|
|Sandwiching the newbie.|
|13 ducklings and 7 goslings all in a pile.|
|When the elements became too much, the babies took refuge under me. I'm all verklempt.|
|Taking pictures of taking pictures.|