Chance's kindergarten class had some special newcomers a few weeks ago: some duck eggs from a teacher's farm. The eggs hatched (three of them) and the kids got to vote on names. Chance's suggestion was successfully voted in: Sharktooth. Must have been a biter. Anyways, Sharktooth was a runty little duckling and unfortunately failed to thrive...must have been some sad kids in Kindergarten that day. Chance has been having nightmares as of late about birds and ducks coming to eat him. Not sure if that's related or not.
We are able to bring the ducklings for an overnight visit...still trying to decide if this is a good idea or bad idea (considering the cat might try to eat them, and that by the time it's our turn to have the ducklings, they will be nearly full grown ducks - Chance's teacher has warned us that they are getting "quite" large).
p.s. we got the ducks a week early, and a good thing too! A day after we had them, the stinkers figured out how to jump out of their plastic bin, and I am so thankful that I didn't have to wake up to duck poop everywhere in my porch! They were pretty cute though...
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I am very sorry for their loss. And laughing at the pictureof the cat and ducks "playing" together. Bring them out to our place for a playdate.
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