Yesterday I came home from work and found one baby dragon had hatched. Sadly the wee one did not survive. I still have four eggs that I'll give a few more days and see can I hatch any before calling this adventure a bust.
While sitting out with the ducklings I thought I heard a once familiar sound that I had not heard in what seemed ages. I sat a while longer and it came again more clearly. The crowing of a rooster! It appears I am not the only backyard poultry enthusiast in my neighborhood. I've yet to track down the chicken owners as I'm really not that damned curious but it is nice to know someone else nearby has birds. In time either I'll locate them by their cock's crowing or they will me by my gander's "singing".
I work some nights with a lady named Debbie who at one point lived in New Mexico and raised exotic birds and shipped chicks all across the USA. She seemingly was more into the pheasant & quail families whereas I am into the web foots but we do have a common bond, the love of feathered friends. Each week I show her a short video and maybe a few stills of the ducklings which she enjoys greatly (or at least acts like she does). We're both seemingly blown away by how fast my ducklings are growing. It seems each day I can see growth in the wee ones. Hey, they're already starting to try to sprout butt feathers!
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