The new ducklings don’t quack at all, just make tiny peeping noises that sound vaguely bird-like. Which is probably good where the neighbors are concerned.
Anyhow, without further ado, we present to you Midnight Air (left) and Golden Bright (right):
Betcha couldn’t have guessed those names in a million years, huh? I sure didn’t expect them. Midnight Air was named by Ro, and Golden Bright was named by Ree. I think the names sound like fancy pedigreed horse names, which greatly amuses me. Personally I was silently rooting for Cheese and Quackers, while TubaDad was cheering for Donald and Daisy.
The new fluffs are pretty cute. And they’re really liking their new abode. The garden area is big enough but not too big to be scary, and has lots of fun old sunflower plants to crawl around in and peck at, a kid’s wading pool with rock ramp in and out, a pleasant bamboo awning for shade and hiding, and a little dog crate for safe nighttime sleeping. Not bad for new-in-town ducks.
The only problem so far is that TubaDad somehow messed up on turning off the garden sprinklers last night, so the poor dears got an unpleasant abrupt shower this morn. Ro and Ree said “at least ducks like water!” but yikes. That little problem has been remedied now, and it’s going to be smooth sailing in duckland.
PS: No clue what kind of ducks they are. I tried googling it and there are so many kinds (and categories) that it’s mind boggling. Any duck-expert blog readers out there?