Well, it's been a lovely day here and I've spent much of it outside with frequent checks on Crashie. I also gave the little guy his first warm water bath in a shallow dish. I don't think he knew what to do.
He would climb into the water and then SHOOT right across the dish and out across the floor!
I guess he needs a bigger tub. A few hours after his bath, I caught him doing the 'ducky dip' in his brooder--that dipping motion that ducks do while bathing in the water, you know? I don't know what he was thinking, but we'll see how he does tomorrow with his bath.
I have no pictures from today! Gasp! But, I have some from yesterday.
We got Crashie a mirror yesterday while I was out for harp, and his reaction was amazing! He came running out from under the EcoGlow, then stopped half way to the mirror and just stared like, "Hellooo..."
He's been alternatively staring, preening, and pecking at himself in the mirror since.
"Who is this devilishly handsome young duck?"
I just thought this one was cute. His face!
Just now, I started to leave the room and he got all upset like he always does. Then, he went quiet. I peeked around the door at him to see what was up, and he was sitting at the mirror, just sitting there.
That was a good investment.
Nighty-night, Crashie.
And from the flock, just a few pictures from last night at roost time. Rosie the broody, guilty as charged!
Marama the Fayoumi says, "I tried to teach her..." (And that's Tilde's butt if anyone wondered.
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Margaret the Silkie, because she's just such a sweetie.
And Ani Wyandotte says, "What am I, chopped liver?"
And I'll finish for the night with this lunatic. Ihi the Campine. She is gently resting her face against Betty's butt.
I have no idea. She straightened out right after I took this picture as if embarrassed. Blackmail fodder.
Editing to add, oh yeah! And today was our first time out since I lost Diana a little over a week ago. Everyone is accounted for still and I think we had a safe, happy day of scratching and pecking.
Gotta run out and get everyone inside for the night now.
They're definitely quite the set...
Me, too. Crashie really needs a friend, preferably an animate one. Precious babies.
No one was in the nest this morning, and I only heard some half-hearted broody chirps from Rosie while I was out there. I imagine there's an underground effort being put out already, secret meetings and such, you know. But for now, the broody buster is empty! 
Guess who was on the nest last night! I guess Rosie is NOT done brooding yet. Miss Broody Wyandotte may now be referred to as the Lady Wyandotte again, however. She's still a bit dramatic, but she's staying off the nest. I may have won the battle yesterday, but I definitely didn't win the war on broodies. 
So instead, I try to cup my hand over him while he's in the brooder, or just rub his belly a bit. He's so small, but I think he's grown since he hatched on Friday. He just looks a bit bigger to me.
