Zeke has been hovering around the incubator all day like an anxious father to be. He knew Duck #5 was going to hatch before I did - jumped on me, licked me gently and looked pointedly into my eyes. Duck #5 had a long but straightforward birth, yet hasn't managed to wriggle free of its umbilical cord. It was chilled, even in the incubator, so now I have a duckling and his former home wrapped in warm towels down my shirt. I have found that all babies like to be close to the heart, and that birds in particular heal faster when carried against my chest. Tank tops with built in shelf bras create a perfect hands-free cradle.
Zeke has licked the duckling. He follows me, waiting for me to sit down so he can tuck his nose into the warm towels and assault the baby with his doggy snarfles. There's nothing to do but wait. We're both anxious now.
Zeke has licked the duckling. He follows me, waiting for me to sit down so he can tuck his nose into the warm towels and assault the baby with his doggy snarfles. There's nothing to do but wait. We're both anxious now.
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