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.
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
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.