A few of my ducks recently molted. Feathers everywhere. Everywhere! Bald looking wings. The kids had fun making quill feather pens to practice writing with out of the discarded feathers. Ok honesty, less writing more smearing glitter glue with them. Fun none the less.
Their new feathers are apparently in now though.
How do I know?
Sticky and Chompers both launched themselves at my head this morning.
Ok, they weren’t intentionally going for my head. I don’t think…maybe I haven’t been generous enough with the peas lately, hmm I should be careful…
In their excitement and anticipation of my opening the door this morning to let them out, flap flap launch!
At my head.
Being domestic ducks, they don’t get very far, height or distance wise. I mean really it’s a rather comical attempt at flight. The way when I was a kid my sisters and I made cardboard wings out of the new dishwasher box and then leapt from the top of an old stump flapping as hard as we could all the way. Which I guess my parents thought was better than the stories we all heard from when my grandma was a kid she leapt from the top of the porch using an umbrella. At least our attempts at flight did not result in any broken bones. But that’s a pretty accurate description of my duck’s flights. A fight with gravity. Gravity gets them every time.