Crochet Me Crazy

We try to get baby ducks every year. It really has nothing to do with Easter, it just happens to be the only time of year we are able to find them. This tradition started one year when we were camping and we found two baby ducks without a mama. Yes, we brought them home with us and raised them until they were big enough to make it on their own and then we brought them back to the park we got them from and let them go. It was so fun that the next year, we bought 4 baby ducks and did the same thing. When I was a kid, my back gate opened into the Blanco State Park and the ducks would lay eggs in our yard. We would always keep the babies in our yard until they were big enough not to get eaten by snakes and other predators and then let them go. That is probably why I still enjoy it today. They get so tame that they follow you around like you are their mama and its great fun to watch them run and slide to catch June Bugs!


black baby 


michael in the duck pen 

Oh, they aren't ducks but this picture is just too cute not to post! He He


Brindy & Misty