Today is a day that only ducks would enjoy. 40 degrees Fahrenheit, drizzling.
The ducks are gloriously messy. They splatter everywhere. They are unrepentant slobs.
Jo, the secretary up at the High School informed me that Belladonna named all eight ducks. For some inexplicable reason, she saw fit to name all eight of them "Kubota".
See their grubbiness and seeing the puddles of standing water I decided to give the ducklings a bath. I found a tub, ran tap water into it (about 65 degrees because it has been sitting in our accumulator.
I tossed in the ducks and then walked out to the mailbox and back.
Hey, wait. I only counted 7 little heads bobbing?
And there were three other heads rapidly losing altitude.
It only takes two things to fly. Altitude, pilot skill and air speed. Pick any two. Body temperature should be added to that list if you are a duck.
Their grubby feathers were not capable of insulating them, even from the 65 degree water.
Four of the birds are under a heat lamp, prostrate and shivering. The other four are cussing me out like sailors.
Another 'speriment gone bad.
I hope to have it sorted out before the kids come home.