Full Confession

I am either brilliant or an idiot.  You decide.  Recall my wonderful statement – “Google has shortened the life of curiosity” – I love that.  I believe that.

I made this statement because I’ve been waiting to determine the gender of my ducks.  My Swedish ducks.

So the other day I see my Swedish ducks go into the nesting box with the hens.  Hmm…which is laying and which is protecting?  Fluffy head or no-fluff head.  AKA Harry and Slim.  I watch for a long time considering my spring to do list.  No idea who is which.

I study the eggs.  They all look like hen eggs to me but I’ve never had ducks before so what do I know.

Two days later I decide enough of curiosity -let’s google it!

I type in Swedish Duck eggs.

I see Swedish Ducks.

They don’t look a bit like my ducks.

What the heck! (okay maybe that isn’t what I said!)

I abandon all curiosity and google fluffy headed ducks.

A fluffy headed duck is like a curly headed person.

Not defined by gender.

Their bottom half has nothing to do with the decoration on their brains!

Seems there is a fissure in the bone that allows feathers to pop out.

Not making a statement about curly-heads here – just about duck heads.

And Swedish Ducks have a white bib.

My ducks are Khaki Campbells.

I ordered Swedish Ducks.  I assumed I owned Swedish Ducks.

I own two male Swedish Ducks.

I’ve enjoyed my time of curiosity immensely – I imagine some one  that follows me has too.

Shadows and Light

This Izola of mine is a play of shadows and light.  Her brindle coat tells this clearly but so does her behaviour.  I’ve never had such an affectionate calf, I’ve never had such a fence jumper either!  She is crazy!  Very goat like in her ability to propel herself over a vertical.


Shadows and Light

Shadows and Light

Farm Fashion III: Boots, continued


The best spring, summer, and fall farm boots!

Fishing boots.  Or so I presume as I went up the infamous fishing village north of me, Gloucester, and bought these boots for $32 at Nelson’s.  Nelson’s is great store for outfitting fishermen, and the other outdoorsies like me.    These fishing boots are worth every penny I paid and then some.  And I don’t know who to give the credit too.  There is no label to be found.


Look at those treads.  No slipping with these babies! The problem with a good tread is amount of debris they pick up and carry around.

My biggest morale challenge on a daily basis:  do I  take my boots off before I go into the house or not?  especially since I’ll be running right back out of the house?  I have this debate with myself on a daily basis.  Multiple times.   These boots are a no-go when it comes to going in.  Fortunately they are easy to take off.  But… they are not so easy to take off that I get suctioned into a muck hole and can’t pull away without losing the boot.

The sole is thick enough that I don’t worry about nails or metal fence posts impaling me.

The calf width is narrow enough that I don’t spill water down into my own boot.

And they don’t look too bad either.  When wearing a skirt, I can make a quick run to the barn in these, slip them off, jump into sandals and go to my son’s soccer game without missing a beat.