Our Muscovy duck, LouLou, was setting on a clutch of 8 eggs (down from 13 thanks to a skunk). One egg hatched on a Weds. I thought, “ well, it’s to be expected. There’s not been any new genetics introduced, so . . .” And left it at that. Until Sun, when I went out to do chores and found an obviously newly-hatched duckling in the nest. LouLou didnt seem to care about its peeping, so I tried picking it up. Any other time, Mama would be coming at me like a killer, but she didn’t care at all about this baby. I concluded that it had been rejected because of the late hatch and took it in. To church. In a washcloth. In my purse. I didn’t have time to set anything up, and anyway, Dinky was a hit with the animal lovers. This also confirmed the suspicions of those who think I’m a bit strange.