We’re always looking for ways to bring down the level of chaos around here. So
when Dylan’s kindergarten teacher asked if we wanted to bring home five baby ducklings for the night, we politely said no.
Well, maybe we said yes. But only because they are so fuzzy!
My track record with small animals is not pristine. In elementary school, I brought home the school guinea pigs for the summer and our dogs ate them.
And in high school, I had rabbits that got loose in the backyard and well… someone ate them too. Some kind of wild animal. I was very upset. Although I imagine less upset than the rabbits.
Of course, I didn’t mention any of this to Dylan’s kindergarten teacher. As far as she knows, I’m the Jane Goodall of ducklings.
Here are our sleepover guests…
Of course, we had zero knowledge of how to care for ducklings. So we just treated them like babies. We fed, bathed and put them to bed.
No, I did not nurse them. I would only breastfeed a duck in an emergency situation. Like if we were stuck in an elevator together for a really long time or something.
The next morning, we returned all five ducklings, safe and sound, back to school. I was enormously relieved.
I pretty much learned the following from the whole experience….
1. If you put a duckling in the bathtub, he will poop in the bathtub.
2. If you put a duckling anywhere outside a bathtub, he’ll poop there too.
3. Chase prefers not to bathe with ducks.
4. He is surprisingly fine with trying to eat duck poop.
5. Despite my mad multi-tasking skills, I was unable to push a double stroller and a carry a box of ducks.
6. The whole experience almost gave my husband a nervous breakdown.