At five-thirty this morning, there was what sounded like an entire wall collapsing in my house. Inspection revealed a smaller, yet not inconsequential, disaster.
With the exception of my lemon tree and Christmas cactus, all my plants are hanging plants. Because…cats. I’ve never worried about the lemon tree because it has spikes for thorns and the Christmas cactus has never interested any of the whiskered clan.
I’m not sure what happened this morning. The lemon tree sits atop my kitchen hutch, it weighs a ton and the Christmas cactus sits next to it.
Pearl is fully feathered and I’m still thinking she’s a duck. But drakes can develop their drake feather (a little curled feather on their tail) anywhere from 12 weeks to 6 months. So we are still in the drake and see mode if she is a he. Continue reading
Walking the levee with the crew. Bixby is doing great, though he still tires easily.
Why does every dirt road in Nebraska look like it belongs in a Stephen King novel? #serialkillerforsure
I am heading out of town and won’t be around much to post until I return, so this Pearl update will have to hold you.
She has finally figured out she’s a duck and no longer follows me everywhere (yes, I am both relieved and sad). And after a few hours behind the pet yard she easily integrated with the other ducks.
Mabel would chase her. Mabel is the brown one and until she started chasing her, I thought she was mild-mannered. Who knew she was the strong silent type. Pearl does not back down, just goes back to try and make friends. And for some reason, she follows Maddie (my grey one) all around, much to Maddie’s annoyance.
She still sleeps inside at night, but once I return I’ll see about moving her to the coop. I assume if there is trouble they will make such ruckus I’ll be able to go out and stop it.
I haven’t posted a Bixby update in a while. It’s mostly because things are pretty much back to normal. He gets stronger every day. His gait is almost normal, most of the sway is gone and he’s stable on all four legs. I pinch myself at how lucky we are and the nightmare of a month ago is fading.
And here is my little sweetness. Adorable as always. Seems she had her nose in the duck straw. Cute and trouble. Fits right in.
This photo quacks me up. Like, “why am I in a box?” Pearl gets more and more feathers every day. Which means my house is now covered in the downy layer she is losing. Like someone broke open a down pillow. Continue reading