What the hell has she done now?
We're the geese. And no, these are not yarmulkes.
The Tufted Roman geese arrived today. The ducks are much kinder than chickens. While they didn't become instant buddies, they didn't harrass and peck the little guys. Everybody went into the duck house tonight with no problems. Keep your fingers crossed for these little guys. Esther brought me a small and large one, hoping that one is a boy and one is a girl. We'll just wait to see. While I've read several descriptions of sexing waterfowl, I'm not to eager to massage cloaca and invert to find out what little sex organs pop out. We'll just play "wait and see". I've been thinking of names. I guess it's lucky for them (or maybe not) that I had way too many years of Latin. The good thing is that whatever I decide to name them, there is probably a masculine or feminine equivalent. Gaius/Gaia, Julius/Julia, Augustus/Augusta ad infinitum.
Which reminds me - Jelly Jam goes in the mail tomorrow to Jamie and KW. I can't mention enough how much Dulcinea and Agatha (Agatha Grunker, that is...) enjoy their names.
Agatha Grunker - ! Excellent. Good to know they're fitting into their new names and lives well.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad to hear this. I guess the rounded bill of the duck is an distinct advantage to the goose on the other end. Your ducks are *so* beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYep, I'd be doing the "wait and see" approach too. They are too cute!
ReplyDelete"the goose on the other end"...tee hee hee.
ReplyDeleteI'm quite amazed by how the ducks feel when you pick them up - nothing like a chicken. They are all soft, yet sleek - duh, I guess that's what down is all about. I also think I want more Buffs. Buffy is lovely. But I'm not sure. I wonder if they are all so loud?
In a word: Yes. At least in my experience. :)
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