Coming out of the egg shell

While summer harvest from the flora (plant life) is bursting with colors and is full of flavor, the fauna around here is not shy of bursting. Even if through the shells of eggs. Life must move on just as seasons must change. The only promise of each season is the arrival of the next. What happens each season is a mystery. This incidence surrounds eggs from our Cayuga and Buff Ducks.

In the incubator Marc Durrin, the caretaker at the farm found one of the three eggs he had placed from the ducks glistening with something beautifully-intensely-yellow. I was thrilled to come see what he had discovered. I love seeing anything that involves our animals. Since it is their farm first. We are the non-essentials to the farm.

It was thrilling to hear the sounds coming from the egg. And then  the beak cracking the egg. And the next morning, a duckling. The other two eggs did not hatch. Just the one. We were excited for this baby Sad that it would be alone at least for a week. Since we decided we would put the duckling with the ones hatched a week before, so it would have company. The duckling is black, like the Cayugas we have. The father could have been a Buff, and perhaps the buff feathers could show up as the duckling matures. Since the eggs were gray, we know it was a Cayuga duck that laid them. More details? None here.

Life around the farm is always full of adventures. Not all glamorous or easy. Not all exciting to write about. But most all, always profound and meaningful.

Comments

[mary]

Peck, peck, peck
On the warm brown egg
Out comes a neck
Out comes a leg
How does a chick that's not been about
Discover the trick of how to get out?
(poem by Aileen Fisher)

[Paula]

What, no picture of the baby?! You tease!

[suvir saran]

Thanks Mary for bringing Aileen Fisher alive through the quote above from her poem. You are so brilliant and kind.

Now I need to order her books. Become a child again. And maybe I will enjoy the chickens in yet more ways.