We found a duckling last Friday and rescued him/her from our neighbor's cat. This was not an easy task. Duckling kept running, we kept chasing and the cat kept stalking. But alas, Duckling was ours. Duckling first lived in a lunch box, then a larger cardboard box next to the heater while we frantically scoured the internet for information about how to care for Duckling. (I must insert here that we did look for Duckling's mama...of course!)
I had to take Leah to choir so I called Ken at work to inform him that there was indeed a duckling in a box in the house. His reaction probably looked something like this:
We held and loved Duckling and he returned our love with the cutest little chirps, humorous little duck dances and even treated the sleeve of my sweater like his mama burrowing deep inside it's "feathers". All this cuteness made us consider keeping Duckling as our own:
But, alas, there was another plan for sweet Duckling...he didn't make it. He died during the night. The kids cried and we buried Duckling near Cheeto the Cat, Rosa the Hamster and Buzz the Bunny and alas, are petless once more. But we have happy memories of Duckling the duckling!
Hula hoops are a creative specialty...he'll do two or three at a time:
Took daddy's old K'nex and made a tower taller than himself....fanciest poster displayer I've ever seen:
Of course, there's regular coloring which usually turns into pages and pages of pictures that often get attached together or made into a "novel."
And there's condiment sculptures of course!
Beautiful Mukilteo sunset:
