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A Day in the Life
(September 2, 2005)

Good morning, Flapper.

 

Each morning, Flapper waits for me at the sliding door, knocking on the glass with his beak to get my attention.
I get up earlier to let the ducks out of the pen,
but then I often go back in the house and back to sleep.

 

The other ducks could care less when I get up. They just chill out on the deck, waiting for their breakfast.

 

Good morning, Georgie. Good morning, kids.

 

Would you like some lettuce?

 

"Lettuce make me happy dance. Happy feet go flippy flop."

 

Very nice lettuce happy dance song, Flapper.
"Thanks. Now where's the lettuce?"

 

Speaking of happy feet. We check Flapper's feeties each morning to make sure they're healthy.
Ducks have very sensitive feet and can get bumblefoot and infection very easily.
Here you can see Flapper's heel is scabbed over. Luckily it is not infected.

 

His other feeties has a few scrapes on it, but it is also doing okay.
If he would stay off the deck and concrete, his feet would be much happier.

 

After lettuce, dancing and a foot check, it's time to see if Flapper has grown.
I put up the yard stick to try to measure Kozmo Kirby, but I haven't snapped a photo of him
standing next to the yard stick yet. I'll keep trying to measure the monster duck.

 

Georgie prefers to nap the morning away.
"I'm a little teapot, short and stout."

 

"Kiss me!"
Flapper spends the morning digging in mud.

 

"Are you sure you don't want to kiss me?"

 

Miss Murphy is just waking up from her mid-morning nap, and jumps down from the deck to forage on the lawn.

 

"Do you have any more of that lettuce?" Kozmo Kirby has quite an appetite, and always snacks between naps.

 

Riley spends the morning stalking squirrels.

 

FLAPPER! YOUR WINGS ARE... GONE!
Fall is molting season for Flapper, and all his flight feathers are slowly growing back.
For now he looks... molty.

 

After the mid-morning routine, the ducks settle in for yet another nap.

 

And Flapper settles in for a nap of his own (he's not sure he's a duck)
near the sliding door so he can knock with his beak when he wakes up.


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