Just Ducky

So, this morning, unbeknownst (that's kinda like 'whilst' which is appearing more and more on blogs-  must be an attempt to become more like a Brit.)-- well, unbeknownst to TY he is eating a duck egg for breakfast.


 I remember them from my childhood when my mother would use them and be all excited remembering her youth on the farms.  The family would not share her enthusiasm and my brother and I would go into that lovely childhood gag fest. Truthfully though, we couldn't tell the difference and we quickly trained my mother to simply not announce what fowl item we were eating.  When we would be presented with 'meat' it could be anything my father brought down from venison ('pork') to moose ('lamb' stew again?) to yes, bear ('beef' roast).  But those are all different stories for another time.

I used to 'save' baby woodducks that I would find in the woods around our house.  In turn they would again be 'saved' from me and returned to their nests of origin and hopefully get old and have ducky arthritis someday.  I love ducks.  Geese not so much.  My mothers family kept a gaggle o' geese as watchdogs and I learned early on to stay away from the hateful creatures.  They bite!  Ducks don't.  And apparently Ms. Townsend raises and keeps them in her house as pets.  Because of the problem that might represent, like all resourceful Townsends, she solved it by an invention:

Duck Diapers, and yes, if you click around you will also discover that the site is run by a 'GooseMother' Nancy Townsend who is, as far as I know, no relation.  Or at least not one that I have ever heard about but then, maybe the info hasn't been shared because she makes, umm,  duck diapers...

An unnecessary aside:  Not many people in the Townsend family ever mention my house rabbit thing either, and Br'er remained diaper-less his entire life.  I had a shag carpet and we had a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy of our own that only the vacuum cleaner shared.  Here I will mention that my mother held no truck (as they used to say) with ANY animals in the house.  Being a farm girl she knew their place and it was outside the door, no exceptions.  

'Goose Mother' also makes diapers in many different sizes for all sorts of birds, just in case. They are called 'flight suits', and your budgie will no longer soil your damask drapes as he sits up there on the curtain rod yelling at you to let him be free.

Duck Confit

(just in case your duck wont' wear her diapers)