They don’t hang out near the patio as much as Maddie and Mabel, but this morning they thought they’d check in.
Despite dire warnings of a very, very cold Mother’s Day, I planted about half of my tomatoes today. They were getting leggy and I worried they’d be difficult for my petsitter to take care of while I’m away. The water tents should keep them safe. These five are all San Marzano.
The other three tomatoes will have to wait for friends to bring over their walls-of-water and some pots. They’re moving this summer, so no garden. It was decided I’d plant enough for all of us. Excited to have my little garden be a “co-op.”
I’m leaving the peppers inside until I’m sure it will be warm enough, even though I have walls-of-water for them, too. Ground is still unseasonably cold.
The front yard is looking stunning with all the bulbs (this is but a few). None of which I planted and all survived the cardboard/mulch arrangement. Actually, they seemed to thrive.
That’s it for now. On the road for the rest of the week, but I’ll check in with any fun recipes we might make along the way.
Well, not exactly “just like that.” It’s been some work and a lot of worry on my part. But this is real progress:
Had to dash out and save the ducks from the hail. The duckteens had no idea what was going on and the big girls tried to hide under the bushes – but unfortunately the bushes have not leafed out yet. Got them in the coop just before the deluge.
Freakin’ duckteens have been in the freakin’ house a week longer than they should be because the freakin’ weather is making it difficult for them to bond with Maddie and Mabel. Record cold and a half foot of snow are wreaking havoc. So are the duckteens.
Every time I freakin’ turn around they are in the freakin’ bathroom screeching for a bath. They had 4 yesterday and are going for living in the tub today.
I may start drinking
Oh boy, we’ve entered the duckteen* stage!
It’s time to spend time outside. Starting inside their pen so the big ducks could get to know them first, they quickly moved to exploring the yard. Despite Mabel protesting loudly, they always gravitate to wherever the big ducks are hanging, or follow them around the yard.
*names will be adjusted if their sex reveals itself to be male.
They are spending most of the day outside today, weather is warm and they are so very happy out there, even in their little penned area.
I’ve been calling them Nikki and Nora for weeks now, but didn’t want to introduce them by name until I was sure it was going to stick. I can easily tell them apart and their personalities are polar opposites, which is fun. I’m still 90% convinced they are female because of the way they talk – they have a strong, high pitched quack and they talk constantly. Males have a gravelly voice and are not as talkative. But until we see a turned up tail feather (male) or see eggs (around October) it’s all speculation.
Meanwhile, meet Nora:
It’s been warm enough to start spending time outside, although not alone. They insist I be out there with them.
My plan was, since the ducklings spent a good deal of time outside in their “pools,” we could skip bathtime last night.
Uh-huh, sure. 7:30p, there was a loud clattering of webbed feet down the hall and two very expectant ducklings in the bathroom, waiting. Continue reading
The ducklings seemed bored today and were managing to get into a bit of trouble inside. So even though it was only in the mid-fifties, I decided some outdoor time would be good for their mental health and mine.
Scout got in on the fun and was, as always, very respectful of the boundaries. Continue reading