These Are Not The Geese You Are Looking For
Julie has joined Becky. They're sisters, from the same hatch, and Julie is a total Rock Star of a gosling. Presented to the small pond for the first time, she went: BAIIIIILLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! into the pond and promptly swooped around through the water with only an occasional show of webbed foot or wingtip to show she was buoyant. I had to fish her out, she was sogged through her down and sinking.
Now that there's two, Becky is happy. However, Julie does not think they should be confined to the cage so much, and set up to complain about it. Sheesh.
Ran Spiffy to the vet, with Spazzy, and the vet suddenly decided that wrapping up a duckling wing was a good break between neutering and spaying dogs and cats. So he had most of the staff troop in to watch this. The ducklings were SO BAD. Spiffy bit the doctor three times "Haha, little piggy, it didn't hurt!", and Spaz, after being checked over and pronounced to be fine, bided her time, waited till her business end was aimed at them, and POOED. Ducks projectile poo. Waterishly. She got three of them.
So, Spiffy is now (wait for it) duck taped. In purple. I have a fucked up duck that I paid fifty bucks for the duck tape, because if I fucked up the duck, I'd feel bad, so I can blame the vet if my duck is fucked up. *rimshot*. I also got a duck bill. It was fifty bucks. For the duck.
I need to get them baby vitamins, angelwing is usually a vitamin deficiency, but can also be hereditary. Because they eat a pretty good "natural" diet, it's probably hereditary. But a small dose of vitamins won't hurt. Spiffy's stuck in her duck tape till Thursday, so she's in a cage. Spazzy and Ben are parked right there beside her, so sweet.
AND! Oh gads, FAMILY FACE BOOK DRAMUHS. It's hilariously hysterical. One of my brother's girlfriend or ex girlfriend, we're not sure, is on a rampage, and it is just too funny.
Now that there's two, Becky is happy. However, Julie does not think they should be confined to the cage so much, and set up to complain about it. Sheesh.
Ran Spiffy to the vet, with Spazzy, and the vet suddenly decided that wrapping up a duckling wing was a good break between neutering and spaying dogs and cats. So he had most of the staff troop in to watch this. The ducklings were SO BAD. Spiffy bit the doctor three times "Haha, little piggy, it didn't hurt!", and Spaz, after being checked over and pronounced to be fine, bided her time, waited till her business end was aimed at them, and POOED. Ducks projectile poo. Waterishly. She got three of them.
So, Spiffy is now (wait for it) duck taped. In purple. I have a fucked up duck that I paid fifty bucks for the duck tape, because if I fucked up the duck, I'd feel bad, so I can blame the vet if my duck is fucked up. *rimshot*. I also got a duck bill. It was fifty bucks. For the duck.
I need to get them baby vitamins, angelwing is usually a vitamin deficiency, but can also be hereditary. Because they eat a pretty good "natural" diet, it's probably hereditary. But a small dose of vitamins won't hurt. Spiffy's stuck in her duck tape till Thursday, so she's in a cage. Spazzy and Ben are parked right there beside her, so sweet.
AND! Oh gads, FAMILY FACE BOOK DRAMUHS. It's hilariously hysterical. One of my brother's girlfriend or ex girlfriend, we're not sure, is on a rampage, and it is just too funny.