dpingtrich352
Songster
At night they're "supposed" to sleep in their big old crate but they spend the first few hours with my son who always has an old towel or blanket under them. Whoever goes to bed last (me or the husband) gets the chore of putting the ducks away and taking the nasty towel to the laundry room. Come morning the boy has to clean out the crate. Poop everywhere!
They don't have their diapers yet. They're being made. During the day our floors are covered in old sheets. We do more laundry for the ducks than we do for ourselves. And there is always a rouge poop that escapes somehow and I always seem to find it with my clean socks.
Feathers. Feathers everywhere. I'm half tempted to start making pillows. They come out of every nook and cranny. And have I mentioned the poop?
If it's rainy, they spend all day indoors. They're too prissy to go outside. And then there is poop. And feathers. That's when we break out the baby toys. I no longer have babies in the house but those bright, light up musical toys make them happy. Buck spent over an hour with a fake plastic cell phone the other day. And then there was poop. With feathers.
Basically, it's like have 100 naked, starving, non potty trained toddlers in the house. I look forward to nap time. And have I mentioned the feathers? And poop?
Sorry but that is to funny and cute at the same time. I have a little one that would prefer for me to hold her (or him not sure yet) all the time. I had to bring her home with me this past Monday because my boyfriend was going to be out of town and she could not be with the bigger ducks because they would kill her (they almost did twice) because she was very tiny (like 1/2 the size of the others that came in that day at Orschelns, but anyways she sat on my lap for most of the day, if I would walk out of my office or got out of her eye sight she would squawk so loud, just like a toddler. I did end up getting her a couple of friends Monday after work, well just one at first then went back and got two more. She will play with them some, but if I put my hand in the pen to pick her up she doesn't run or try to get away, she actually wants to crawl up my shirt to my neck. Never thought a duck would be like that, but I have to admit I love the snuggles just as much as she does.