Baby ducks!

I got two cute, little balls of duckling fluff for my birthday. I had gone to the feed store with my husband and saw them there all peeping and baby-round. Jason said I could have them and I picked two of them out. With my head all filled with memories of the ducks I had as a child, I drove home with a box-o-ducks. Awww, cuteness!


Now they are more than a month old and look ridiculous. Half feathers and half fuzz, they are easily five times the size they were at first. I had named them Splish and Splash (I'm so original with the naming), but Splash had a seizure last week, so I renamed him Spaz. I had them in a box inside at first, but they outgrew it and now spend their days running around the yard trying to eat everything. At night they go into a cage for protection against varmints.