This is the third time my parents have raised baby ducks. The first time they snatched a pile of them to test baby names on since I was on the way. The second time I was in high school and I’m not sure how they came about but I know we had three adorable little fluff balls to love – Tipsy, Dawson, and Izzy. This third time they have four little buggers – May West, Fup (you know, like Fup Duck), Webster (my favorite little adventurer, he’s the runt), and Linguine (because he likes pasta).
My role as sister duck for the few days I got to spend with them was professional worm hunter. I wandered all around the yard, trowel in hand, with the four yellow, fuzzy buggers hurriedly stumbling over the grass to keep up with me. I would stoop upon random patches of dirt and dig. Before long they were crawling all over my shovel and finding the worms well before I had to point them out. I think I spent 45 minutes doing this!
Besides the fun in the mud I enjoyed their frenzied swimming, the way they look up at you when you’re talking to them, and the way they cheep frantically when you move out of sight. I certainly accidentally sole Josh on getting ducks some day just by my stories and Instagram pictures of them 🙂
What is your favorite baby animal and why?