Duck Drama

If you missed the first installment of my adventures with ducks, right here, we left off with my three boys ducks, Hershey, Snickers, and Roscoe, serenely swimming in their canal, and my plan to get them some girl ducks. So I found an ad for some Swedish Ducks, and since this was a breed that I wanted to try, off I went with my pet carrier, and promptly brought home Maggie, Mary Ellen, and Blue (back row.)

They were only 3 months old, and although they were feathered-out and appeared full-grown, they were really barely teenagers. But the boys seemed to like them (especially Roscoe, who took to them immediately) and everything went swimmingly at first.

Here is Roscoe with his "women." Maggie and Mary Ellen are Black Swedish, and Blue is a Blue Swedish.

The young ducks played like teenagers at a pool party. Splashing and chasing and diving and generally being goofy. I loved watching them. I adored the way they used their little feet, piddle-paddle, piddle-paddle as if they were bicycling, stirring up the mud and algae beneath them to get food.

Everything was peaceful on the canal for the first day or so, where the two big boys, Hershey and Snickers, hung out by themselves, while little Roscoe quietly shepherded the girls around their new surroundings.

But then . . . the big boys decided to act badly, chasing the young girls unmercifully, and it really wasn't pretty. It was a full out bar brawl, and the girl ducks were totally too young for all that. Finally, I had to separate them. *sigh* And then I had to make a choice. Did I really need all these ducks? Or should I find some of them a new home?

So . . . after much deciding . . . the two bad boys went to a new home, where they will each have their own wife. And guess who got to stay here on the farm, and escort three beautiful girl ducks around all day?

Little Roscoe, who had the last laugh after all.

Finally, all is peaceful on the canal once again.
Gentlemen, be nice to your womenfolk.

Adventures with Ducks

My latest passion is not a handsome stranger. It's not writing, or horses, or donkeys, or chocolate-chip cookie-dough ice cream (well maybe.) No, lately, I have been totally obsessed with Ducks!

Our new place has a small meandering irrigation canal running through it. And as the days warmed, I thought wouldn't it be cool to have some ducks floating there?

So, because I'm the kind of person who likes to learn about things first, (and get all of my ducks in a row *grin*) I promptly ordered every book that I could find from our local library on raising ducks/ geese/ or waterfowl.

I studied. And I googled. Do you know how many breeds of domestic ducks there are? Besides the normal white ducks (Pekin) and Mallards, there are Rouens, Cayuga, Muscovy, and Swedish Ducks. There are Crested, and Buff Ducks. Bantam ducks and Magpie Ducks. There are Khaki Campbells, Cayugas, and Indian Runner Ducks. And more!

Did I want just plain white ones, like the Aflac Duck? Or did I want something more exotic? The local feed stores were filled with adorable cheepy ducks, and there were online hatcheries where I could order whatever I wanted, to be delivered by the local postman. How to even choose?

After much consideration, I decided to find some already grown-up adult ducks to start. Although we have a very good dog, I didn't really trust my outdoor kitties to be nice to little cheepy things. And I was hoping to get some pretty ducks - something a little on the special side.

First, though, I had to convince wonderful hubby to build a secure duck pen. Because I knew that if we just got some ducks and turned them loose, they would soon be eaten by a predator, in the form of coyote, fox, raccoon, weasel, or who knows what else? And I didn't want tragedy and tears.

Soon, we had a duck pen and a duck yard. And I found three boy ducks (for free!) on Craiglist.

I named them Hershey, Snickers, and Roscoe. The two brown ones are Khaki Campbells, and Roscoe is a little mallard.

We kept them in the pen with kiddie swimming pools for a couple of weeks, until they got used to their new home and knew where they lived. And because I couldn't leave well enough alone, I found some more free ducks, and brought home Pork Chop and Prince William.

But Pork Chop was kind of a bully, and didn't play well with others. He hogged the pool and wouldn't let anyone else in, and then he started picking on little Roscoe (the mallard) and running him into the fence and biting him. Enough of that stuff! I gave both new ducks away the very next day.

I decided I'd just stick with my three very nice ducks, and started letting them out to wander down towards the canal. They meandered down and peeked, but decided it looked very scary, and would not go in at all. Until yesterday, when suddenly - all three of them were In The Canal!

Swimming merrily!

 

Frolicking!

 

Diving!

 

And so today, since I saw how much fun my three ducks, Hershey, Snickers, and Roscoe are having in the canal, I came up with another brilliant idea.

 

 

Maybe they'd like to meet some female ducks!

(to be continued)

 

2013 Finalist - Best Children's Book

Hi everyone - I was pleasantly surprised to be notified that *drum roll please*
The Girl Who Remembered Horses is a 2013 Finalist for
Best Children's Book at eFestival of Words.

If anyone wants to drop by and give it a vote - here is the link:

http://www.efestivalofwords.com/vote-here-for-best-children-s-lit-t404.html

I believe you have to register at the site before you can vote, so many thanks up front to anyone who takes the time to do so!

Also, The Girl Who Remembered Horses is still priced at only $0.99 on Amazon, so if you haven't read it, scoop it up before my publisher decides to change the price back. *wink*

That's all for now! Hope you are having a great summer, which involves finding some fabulous new books to read!

Surprise, Surprise!

Moving through the seasons at our new place, I've been amazed at the variety of wild plants sprouting and blooming. I've been researching them, cataloging them, and finding all of their scientific names.

Blue-eyed Mary Collinsia sparsiflora

I've thrilled to showy masses of native wildflowers on our side hill, and wafts of perfume drifting up from wild azalea and mock orange thriving in our wetlands area.

Mock Orange   Philadelphus lewisii

And yet the spot of color that suddenly appeared in a crack on our back patio caught me most by surprise.

Common Petunia

Nature's will to survive is the most amazing thing of all to me.

The Chatterbox

After moving last winter, I was excited to identify the wild birds at our new house. We had the regulars that are easily spotted: robins, chickadees, juncos, and spotted towhee (a favorite.) We had a raucous hawk perching at the edge of our wetlands that I finally identified as a red-shouldered hawk. But as the songbirds returned for their spring courtship routine and I turned my ear to identify them, suddenly I was awakened every night by the ridiculously constant chattering song of something from the creek and marshes below us. What &*^$% bird sings all damn night?? I crammed the pillow over my head, forced myself to sleep, determined to find the source of all that racket.

Mind you, it wasn't a horrible song. Just a mixed-up mess of singing, whistling, and some other weird noises. After spending several days trying to spot the culprit out in the thicket of willows and brush down by the canal, I thumbed through every bird book I had. Was it a cat bird? ( I mean, some of the noises sounded like "mews.") A mockingbird? Finally, I turned to my trusted resource: the Internet! I googled "birds that sing at night," copied all the likely suspects, and then tried to find sound clips of each. Yes, this was an exhaustive process, but I was already exhausted from the dang bird singing all night. And now my curiosity had the better of me. I had to know what it was!

The Cornell Lab of Ornithology operates a fantastic site with clips of the songs of every bird, as well as pictures and life histories, and maps of where they live. So I studied each bird, trying to determine which one I had. Whatever it was, it was nesting, and the way it carried on, it was obviously quite proud of itself.

Finally, I clicked on Yellow-breasted Chat. I had never heard of this bird. The Cornell site describes their song as "a collection of whistles, cackles, mews, catcalls, caw notes, chuckles, rattles, squawks, gurgles, and pops." Bingo! And after listening to the sound bite, I had my bird!

The Yellow-breasted Chat is a seasonal visitor, here for the spring and summer, and I suppose it will fly south to the tropics eventually. Maybe then I can get some sleep. Actually, I've grown kind of used to the racket now. Good night, little chatterbox.

Summer Reads for Tweens

Looking for some great reads for your teens/tweens this summer, or for yourself?

Here's a wonderful sale, filled with awesome books -

all priced at only .99 from June 17-21

Fill up your e-reader and have a summer's worth of reading

ready to go!

Two of my books are included:

The Girl Who Remembered Horses and Six Degrees of Lost, as well bunches of others that look like awesome reads.

Spread the word. This is a great sale! Here's the full list:

The Girl Who Remembered Horses, by Linda Benson
 
Six Degrees of Lost, by Linda Benson

The Quill Pen, by Michelle Isenhoff
Taylor Davis and the Flame of Findul, by Michelle Isenhoff
Song of the Mountain, by Michelle Isenhoff
The Color of Freedom, by Michelle Isenhoff
Michaela’s Gift, by Cordelia Dinsmore
Gangsterland, by Ansha Kotyk
The Mother-Earth Series Omnibus, by Alan Tucker (3 books in one!)
The Circle of Law, by Lia London
Magian High, by Lia London
Trapped: A Tale of Friendship Bog, by Gloria Repp
A Difference of Purpose: A Novel of the American Civil War, by Terry Soileau
The Secret Sisters Club: A Ginnie West Adventure, by Monique Bucheger
Trouble Blows Wet: A Ginny West Adventure, by Monique Bucheger
The Dream Keeper (The Dream Keeper Chronicles), by Mikey Brooks
The Super Spies and the Cat Lady Killer, by Lisa Orchard
The Super Spies and the High School Bomber, by Lisa Orchard
Through the Mirror and Into Snow (Before Happily Ever After), by Ann T. Bugg
The Hidden Sun (Bariwon Chronicles), by J. Lloyd Morgan
The Sapphire Flute (The Wolfchild Saga), by Karen E. Hoover
The Armor of Light (The Wolfchild Saga), by Karen E. Hoover

Two Souls Are Better Than One (The Misadventures of a Teenage Wizard), by Karen E. Hoover
And the Mountain Burns, by Karen E. Hoover
Andy Smithson: Blast of the Dragon’s Fury, by L. R. W. Lee
Of Mice and Magic (Ravenspell Series), by David Farland
Slippers of Pearl (The Cobbler Mage Series), by Danyelle Leafty
Of Wind and Winter (Tales of the Snow Queen), by Danyelle Leafty
A Pony For The Fair (The Gypsy Pony), by Inge Moore
Night Children: Dark Threats, by Scott Brian

All only 99 cents each!  

 

Help us spread the word by sharing news of this fantabulous sale. Meet some new authors!

And have yourself a great summer filled with reading and relaxing and fun!

 

Why I Love Historical Fiction

I just started reading a book that I've heard about for some time, called Girl With a Pearl Earring, by Tracy Chevalier. It's set in Holland in the 1660's, which is fascinating for me.

Why? Well, for one thing, I'm also very interested in genealogy, and with the help of other researchers have traced my roots back across the Atlantic ocean to the British Isles and Europe.

Although we have heard that some of our German ancestors were part Dutch, one, a woman named Magarethe Henrietta Willems was just tracked to a birth date in Amsterdam in 1769. I love to read fiction about this early period and imagine how my ancestors lived.

Obviously their lives and work load were much harder than ours today, and people (especially women) did not travel much. Often they spent their entire lives working and living in their own village. And clothes? Surely they had only a few. Here's a description from the first few pages of this book, where the main character (at age sixteen) is leaving home to become a maid for a wealthier family:

"To the few things I was taking with me my mother added another cap, collar and apron so that each day I could wash one and wear the other, and would always look clean."

Quite a stretch to think of the closetful of fashionable clothes many young girls expect today, isn't it?

And how about working? Filling large pails of water from the canal for doing the wash,
 
"I would be laundering every day, my hands chapped and cracked from the soap and water, my face red from standing over the steam, my back aching from lifting wet cloth, my arms burned by the iron. But I was new and I was young - it was to be expected I would have the hardest tasks."

Reading historical fiction and imagining the lives of my ancestors (especially the women) in the centuries preceding my life gives me a deeper understanding of where I come from and who I am, as well as a keen appreciation for everything I have now: running water, electricity, a relatively easy lifestyle, and plenty to eat. It also gives me an understanding of the struggles, war, and strife that brought my ancestors to this country, hoping for peace and prosperity for their families and descendants.

Do you like historical fiction? What time in history do you love to read about?