Sunday, September 25, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Einer's mate, Ulrika, was a black Swedish duck. She was a beautiful little hen and had a puffy crest of feathers on the top of her head, like a small, silly hat. She had begun laying eggs, so when she disappeared several days ago, I figured she had located a suitable nesting site. She never chased the dogs, so I hadn't penned her up like Einer. Sadly, on Friday, I found her lifeless little body on the front porch, behind a plant. Not a mark was on her, not a feather out of place, so I am certain the dogs didn't take revenge for Einer's ill deeds, but really have no ideas as to what may have happened to her. And I had begun entertaining hopes of a small flock of Swedish ducks living in the barnyard. Now that Ulrika is gone, Einer seems to be a bit more interested in hanging out with the geese instead of chasing the dogs, but he won't regain his freedom until he decides to stay in the barnyard and leave the dogs in peace.
Headed back toward the barn after a good time splashing, preening, and eating. While they were at first quite resistant to being moved out into the wheat field, my webbed-footed friends enjoyed themselves immensely once they saw the delightful, and unexpected, puddles and feed.
Until next time, may all of your hesitations be replaced with delight.