More eggs are hatching as I type. Unfortunately the second duckling to hatch has died. I'm not sure what happened; when we came down this evening, it was dead in the nest with an egg on top of it. I think one of the other eggs may have suffocated it, or perhaps there was just something wrong. We were sad but this is life on a farm. Gordon gave it a decent burial.
But the first duckling is doing just fine and today entertained visitors! Ronna, the grand-duck-mother came with Richard the grand-duck-father, and Tammy and Jacques visited as well. Ronna took some photos...
Her very first grand-duckling!
Proud... well, we're not parents. I don't know what the hell we are. Proud duck guardians? Duckists? Suppliers of the organic grain?
I think Ronna was quite taken with this little one.
Here's Ronna the Duck looking dubious about my presence. Actually, she seems to trust me a lot more than Eugenia did with her babies. Eugenia would attack me if I got within three feet of them, but this evening Ronna actually went to sleep while I was in the pen with her and baby.
You can see cracks on some of these eggs, and a little beak is poking out of the botton of the egg on the left.
Fingers crossed that the rest hatch okay! Last time I there was one that didn't make it, but the rest did fine. I'll keep you posted!