The Still as Yet Unnamed are let out of the pen

Today I re-hotwired the fence (and shocked myself pretty good when I touched the wire thinking I had already unplugged it.) So now the ducks can wander out of their pen. They were pretty cautious and have not explored the yard very much. In fact, they spent a large amount of time just trying to get back in the pen. (I didn't take it completely down because I thought that they might like the security of the chicken wire.)

Cautious first steps.

Earl-doing more yoga or just being stoned. You never really know.

This week at the Saratoga Animal Shelter

• My sister suggests DNA testing to find out what Randi and Earl are.
• Randi and Earl eat the Parmesan cheese can. The can. Apparently they wanted Italian spiced dog food.
• A coyote comes down the access road. Also, I think there might have been a road runner in the back yard.
  
• Randi falls off the bed in the middle of the night on top of Sarah. Sarah, understandably, was not happy.
• Randi takes to drinking out of the toilet.
• I close the toilet lid.
• Randi and Earl learn how to lift the toilet lid up, take a drink and put it back down.
  
• At least they put it back down.
  

Good Dogs

I take back everything I ever said about the pack being noisy or bad. At 4:49 am this morning they barked ferociously and when I let them out they scared away someone in my yard. Good, Good Pack of Dogs.

Big Ducks Little Pond

Earl hangs his head over the bed in what can be described only as an effort to make the blood rush to his head in an effort to get a high so he is not completely dependent on pot.



The Still As Yet UnOfficially Unnamed have grown three thousand millimeters since yesterday and are getting their big duck feathers. I already cleaned out their water.

Walt and Daphne

Sarah refuses to look at me so I can take her picture.

Photorama

The Still as Yet Unnamed Get a New Home

I'm thinking about calling the ducks Walt and Jason. I understand this will be a problem if next year I start getting duck eggs, but I like the names. In any case, it was becoming increasingly clear that the Unnamed were going to need to be moved outside, due to their stinkiness in the sewing room. Today I built them a delightful 7X7 ft pen in the backyard. They have a pond that I dug intentionally deep enough so that they could paddle around. They have grass and logs and cement and food and water and a basil plant in case they want to make pesto. They however have spent most of the day trying to figure out how to get out. They did get out once, but I quickly sized up the potential for escape and fortified the pen. They seem to be fond of hoping over one of the cement blocks and climbing on the logs. They also spent a good amount of time in the water-bathing and swimming. Once they get big enough I'll let them out of the pen, but since they escaped last week by wiggling through the chain link they have to be restrained.

Randi and Earl slept in the house the entire time.