Ta-da

Miracle! On the first day of July, an egg appeared in the wood chips in the coop. Not as large as I was expecting, but delightful none the less. (I feel a little morbid celebrating an egg I'm going to eat, but the ducks didn't seem to lay claim to it, and it's not as if there's a baby duck inside.)  

When I first brought home my three little quackers, I had very little idea what I was doing. Books and videos gave me clues, but the ducks, who were born knowing what they needed to survive, were my teachers. I still don't know what I'm doing, but a trust has grown between us (except on the subject of the pond. We're still working on that). 

Rare occasions when a duck was standing still so I could get a picture.

The egg represents the milestone I was heading for--a sign that I tackled a crazy project and succeeded--with lots of help from friends. But there will probably be more adventures ahead. If so, I'll blog about it. If you'd like to know when I do, leave your email address in the box at the right. (Don't worry, I don't even know how to spam.)