Saturday Evening


I hope I was able to channel my inner “farm boy“.   It’ going to need some vigilance since it’s not exactly precise but I’m hoping that at least maybe they have a chance at life.  Fingers crossed.

Saturday Morning


Something got Momma duck last night.  I found her laying dead in the yard next door.  I’m pretty sure it was one of the feral cats that got her since a fox would have took her after eating the eggs.  I’ve also never seen any sign of opossums or skunks or raccoons around my place.  Regardless, I had to take care of her and then go look for the nest.

OK, so now I found the nest.  Now what?  To be honest, I really didn’t know at first.  I think Grandpa or Grandma gave me an idea tho because I remembered that I did have a heating pad, a cardboard box and some old towels that I use to dry Petey off with after giving her a bath.  So I set something up fairly quick just to warm the eggs once again.

OK, that’s setup in the garage for safety reason; now what bright boy?  Well, thank the Gods for Google and YouTube.  Maybe with any luck I can create a fairly cheap incubator today and tomorrow.  Electricity is my friend if I keep it to 110 and I am after all a product of Depression Era parents.  I’m pretty sure I can do the engineering to get me from Point A to Point B.

Maybe I can help create some life in this world given all of the death and hate that all of us experience anymore.  Personally, I give myself low odds for success.  We’ll see what happens.