Okay. I got this egg yesterday, apparently to replenish my soul
whatever THAT means, and supposedly it's going to be hatching soon. I read up on these particular types of aquatic fowl, and the nests are usually built high up in a tree. Cue me installing a shelf in the wall, filling it with hay and straw, along with bits of cloth and cotton and fuzz to insulate it, and attaching a heat lamp right over it. For an egg. A little pinkish colored thing.
So, yeah. Makeshift duck nest at the wall beside my bed.
Imagine my surprise when, this morning,
a duckling falls out of the nest, into my lap.
She is completely unhurt, by the way. Just hungry.
I have a duck. I'm gonna call her Kat.
( photo! )