Quackcents.....or: What did you say?

You folk just don't give a duck, do you?

heeeeheeheheheeheheheheheheeheheheehhsnorkle....

what little cuties!

Their accents? They're just babbling in the photo.

Duckies??? Did someone say.....duckies???

Love those little quackers. I hatched a mallard egg(not personally) when I was in high school. I had a wee incubator and found the duck egg abandonded in a local park/pond area--sokay...I asked the ranger. He said the chances of it hatching it were 'slim',,it hatched but the tiny thing did not live more than a day. I rescued lots of birds when I was a kid--most of them, unfortunately died. However----I picked a little naked sparrow up that had been blown out of a large Italian Cypress during a windstorm. He (I assume) was one bald, little bird, and I thought for sure I would lose him. But I put him in a box lined with cotton and left him in a warm place in my apt. and went to work. When I came home that night, he was still alive --and looking better--so I fed him baby formula every two hours with a dropper, and he thrived!! He was so tame, he would follow me outside into the backyard , hop around on the grass, fly up into the trees, and then when I would get up to go back in the house, he would make a little bird sound and swoop down right onto my shoulder, and go inside with me. I called him "Gyro" cause when he was first starting to stand up, he would rotate in a circle --and all points between ,like a gyroscope.

FYI, I later found out that feeding wild birds wet cat food, is more like their diet in the wild.

Never mind the quackcents. Any data on the quackscents?

Hmmmm - hey - what happened to the sparrow in the end, WW?

Or - were you hoping nobody would ask?

Or, MA...the "quacksects," of which, there are far too many these days, I fear.

Deb....Ohh, yes...I guess I was hoping no one would ask. But it's okay. After 20+years since Gyro died, I still can feel my eyes start to brim with tears for that mousy little bird who defied the odds and lived to peep about it!! About a year after the rescue, he died in a home acccident--I know--this is sounding bizarre, and it was. At night, we(my sister & I) didn't keep him in a cage--it seemes too inhumane under the circumstances, we kept him under a huge laundry basket covered with a table cloth to keep out the light. One Sunday, after Gyro had been out all day with us in the backyard, my sister went to put him in the basket for the night. All you had to do was lift the edge of the it, and Gyro would hop right in. Well......the basket slipped from my sister's hand and hit the wee bird right across the neck. I thought I would have to call 911 for my sister. I was in tears, but she was shrieking and running back and forth in our small place. I buried him in our backyard right near the outdoor faucet where he loved to tip his head over and get a drink.

Candy

Awwwwwwwwwww....that is sooooooosad!!!

R.I.Peep!