Somehow I missed your first post explaining Vit D deficiency, but it makes more sense to me than any other theory. Mainly because in so many areas across the board they are "discovering" that getting more sun is actually good for us. I think the bad comes in when our ozone layer is in trouble, and pollution is at the levels that it is. It makes more sense to me that skin cancers are caused more by unnatural environmental factors than by the sun. For thousands and thousands of years people have thrived in the sun.
So as a pregnant woman right now, I guess I am supposed to get out in the sun more. Good thing I will be working in the garden this year!
While pollution is a concern, you have to keep in mind that during the early days of the industrial revolution many cities were covered in coal dust and we STILL didn't have the rates of autism we have now. Pollution sucks, but it isn't making our kids autistic.
The whole vaccine thing never made sense to me and this is the first theory that makes any kind of sense. It might not be the whole picture, but it sure is worth exploring.
Keep in mind that you still DO NOT want to burn. Taking a D3 supplement to get your blood levels up BEFORE you spend time outside will prevent burning.
I used to fry within 5 minutes outside with SPF 50+ on. I started taking D3, and I could be outside for hours and only get a little pink with no sunscreen.
I meant that the main argument that led to the mass hysteria with sun exposure, was in a huge part attributed to pollution which caused the ozone depletion. So the medical powers that be said No! Don't expose yourself to the sun! Lack of exposure in sunlight led to mass vitamin D exposure. Lack of vit D exposure=possible cause of Autism.
It would make sense, except, as far as I know autism has been around for a very long time, i.e. pre-industrial revolution. It also effects all peoples of all ethnic backgrounds in all countries throughout the world. In some places it is not known as autism or not stigmatized the way it is in some other countries. I can related to the idea that a genetic mutation having to do with the processing and distribution of Vitamin D within a developing fetus could lead to "different" brain growth, but I'm not sure I trust the idea that autism is a result of depleted ozone which, in turn, caused people to stay out of the sun due to warnings about skin cancer, therefore resulting in a Vitamin D deficiency, leading to what we have "named" autism in our current or last century.
Just my take on the matter.
{I wrote this while fully clothed.}
But my little duck, little duck is crying from the other room, so I must go now. (He can't be without me for more than two minutes max.)
I'm not saying Autism is a result of depleted ozone, or pollution. Nevermind.
I don't know if I will try to explain my point later or not. No offense to anyone, and just for the record, I'm not upset. Just can't seem to properly convey my point, and therefor giving up.
But my little duck, little duck is crying from the other room, so I must go now. (He can't be without me for more than two minutes max.)
Did you end up with a lone hatch like I did? I got my duckling a turkey feather duster "babysitter" and a mirror so it has a "buddy" until I can get to the feed store and get JJ a friend. JJ is always happy to see me but doesn't freak out when I am gone so I think these things are helping.
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Did you end up with a lone hatch like I did? I got my duckling a turkey feather duster "babysitter" and a mirror so it has a "buddy" until I can get to the feed store and get JJ a friend. JJ is always happy to see me but doesn't freak out when I am gone so I think these things are helping.
No. I brought one duck home. I'm his "buddy" and I take the job very seriously. This means I'm hardly getting any sleep AND he poops on my neck during the night. He has a little felt bag that he's supposed to cuddle up in next to me, but he likes to come out and nestle under my chin. Sometimes I wake up to this "PPpfffffpfpttttpotttpttt!" duck fart noise and I know I'm going to have to get the paper towel. In the nighttime he begins nibbling on my lips and eyelashes and so I have a laundry basket next to the sofa where there's food and water, so he can munch several times during the night. This morning I was so exhausted that I fell asleep for I don't know how long and he'd climbed out of his bag and was sitting on my chest.
I wouldn't recommend people get a single duck unless they know what they're getting into. I notice how some people handle animals and, while they may be smart people and everything, they handle them the way a human would and not the way another duck or a mama duck would respond to their needs. I don't think they enjoy being jostled around, etc. But some people like to toss them around and stuff.
He's extremely interactive and intelligent so he needs constant stimulation. He takes baths a couple of times a day, sloshing around for chopped greens, then he runs around in front of the heater while I sit with him and he grooms and dries off. Then he eats and drinks (he requires fresh water probably more than six times per day). He calls me all the time, even when I'm right near the basket, and I have to let him know I'm there. If is sit still and don't move for a while he may call me, because he doesn't see me, but the minute I move or talk to him he goes back to eating. Sometimes I reach over and mimic a nibbling gesture on his neck and he goes back to eating again or returns the nibbling on my hand.
I have eight Indian Runner Duck eggs under a broody hen right now (they're on day five) so he will have companions. I may only keep one or two of the runners, though. I'm not sure if I will devote the same kind of attention to them. Probably not. This Cayuga is going to be THE ONE. I can't believe I've gone so far as to order him a duck diaper.
Well, to say the least, he's in for quite an adventure. I once had a cat who was more like a dog, because of the way we raised him. He walked on a leash and went to parks and camping and fishing, just like a dog. I took the little duck for a car ride yesterday. He sat on my knees looking out the window. Boy did he seem to LOVE that! He craned his neck left and right as we went around corners and lifted his butt as we went over bumps. He kept cocking his head to the side, positioning one eye up toward the sky, and also watching people in the parking lot and then bob-bobbing his little duck, little duck! head while cheeping sounds of satisfaction.
He's getting extra special care. Except, I lack the emotional talent to talk 'Motherese' to him, so I simply repeat "Little duck, little duck!" and that makes me feel satisfied as I adore him.