Goodbye little Milton.

Yesterday I came home around noon to discover that I was missing a duck. I wasn’t too concerned because they wander around, but Milton rarely leaves his Lou Lou un-attended, so I figured something was up. He wasn’t back by the time the birds were locked up for the night either, and I kinda figured that he was gone. But it was weird, because Ann said she had seen him poking around at ten that morning, and I got home at noon, and he wasn’t there. I looked around the yard some today, and that’s when I found Opal playing around with something red. Gross. I told her to drop it, she did, and I picked it up. I think it is some sort of duck organ, but I don’t know what.
I think the poor guy was taken by a hawk. That’s my guess because it happened during the day, and there isn’t anything in the yard. No feathers, or feet, or anything! Just some organ that I think a bird might not find to appetizing.
Now poor Lou Lou is all alone. I’m thinking of getting her a new duck friend. The ducks and the chickens aren’t exactly friends, they are more like housemates. They get along, but they don’t hang. She looks rather forlorn out there all alone. Now I have to decide if I want to get a full grown duck, or raise one! Any suggestions?
Here are a few pictures I rounded up of Milton (back then he was Millie, cause we thought he was a she) as a duckling. Marcus found them fascinating back then, he would watch them take their daily baths and make sure they didn’t drowned, and then lick them dry when they got out. Such a sweet guy.

Goodbye Milton, you are missed.

Home and Life Updates without pictures

So you’d think I could somehow get my act together and post some pictures! I’ve been taking enough of them in the past few weeks, all the while thinking about how great a blog post they’d be, but hmmm, don’t seem to get around to using that darn PC to put the post together. I’m writing this on the lappy, a Mac, and I don’t have the software on it to just dump the pictures from my camera onto it to upload. So, blog without pictures, which I hate doing!

Ah well, that’s life. Around here things are shaking up, but in a good way. Brandon recently resigned (quit?) from Blackfish Gallery, which has been his home for five years. And his studio. So last week he moved all his paintings and art supplies here, to our home! Its been a fun process (for me anyway) going through all his art for the last five years, cleaning it out and organizing it. Keeping the really worthwhile stuff and ditching the rest. He took a 350 lb load to the dump! The entertaining (painful?) part was emptying out our new 4 by 12 foot shed we built in the spring, plasticing it all up (dexter would be proud of our plasticing skillz, if you watch dexter you know what I mean), and cramming all his paintings inside. They just barely fit. His studio supplies, on the other hand, are all in piles of boxes on the back patio. Not real sure what to do with those. But Peter just moved his stuff out of my parent’s basement, perhaps we could sneak ours in…

The ducklings are grown, and ready to move to Boring. My friend Glenny has some property out there, with a few ponds and lots of trees. Her granddaughter is super excited to meet them. I hope she’s not to disappointed, they are kinda wild, since they were raised by their parents rather than by humans. Hope she loves them anyway. They love all animals out there, and have all sorts of rescued cats and dogs, as well as the non-rescue variety. We will be happy to see them go, because while it is cute to watch a small flock of ducks playing in the kiddie pool, smelling them is a whole other thing. Ducks are smelly, keep that in mind if ever you want ducks.

Opal is still growing, shes about six months old now. We are still sticking with pitbull/lab mix, but I did meet a ridgeback/pit mix that could have been her older brother at the market last weekend. But he was a rescue too, so they were also just guessing at his linage. He was cute and well behaved though, which she will be when she gets over her nibbling on EVERYTHING stage. Shes getting spayed on Friday, poor thing. But after dogsitting Ruby through two times of her being in heat, I am more than happy to do it. Dogs in heat are a pain in the butt. And dogs around them are even worse! Poor Marcus doesn’t have any idea why he is so excited and drooling, but he is! Ben promises that this will be the last time, he isn’t going to breed her (yay! we don’t need any more pitbull puppies in the world right now!) and well, its kinda gross. So my poor baby Opal won’t be feeling her best for the next week.

I started working at Collage last week ( I think I mentioned that before) and I like it alot. I’m surrounded by creative people all doing their own thing (starting small businesses, traveling, creating, one is even throwing together a pop culture women convention) while working at a great place that they really love. Maria is great, and I like the hours I am working. A few days a week is fine with me. I mostly love that I get a chance to breathe and think while I am there. Sure I am working (making cards and cleaning and helping customers), but it is a more laid back sort of work than I’ve been doing, and that allows me time to think about what I want to do with my business. I’m going through my own sort of one-woman restructuring process in my business right now. And its about time. More on that later, as I figure it out!

Maggie

Quick update

So I’m supposed to be working, and I guess I am, but I am taking a short break before painting a cabinet orange (yes, it is work, its not for me, but will be freaking awesome when its done) and starting my bookkeeping (ugh, should have started it in January like I ment to, but whats six months…?). The update:

The two remaining ducklings are growing like weeds. One of them died last week due to a accident on my part. I won’t make that mistake again. But at least it didn’t die from being killed by a chicken or a dog, and that would have been MUCH worse than my being an idiot. I’d hate for my dog (or any of his friends) to get a taste for poultry killing. And that upstart Almaletta is much better off not knowing that she can kill baby birdies. Not that she wasn’t trying. I don’t understand that chicken, most of the time. Fortunately, the babies are big enough now that I think she doesn’t feel tough enough to take them on.

We still have darling Opal, who is growing like a weed into a darling little dog. She loves her Marcus, and snuggling, and is trying really hard to be friends with the cats. Who of course, won’t have anything to do with her. Shes learning sit and lay down, with the added bonus that Marcus will now lay down when you tell him to, and not just when you lead his nose down to the ground with a treat. Somehow, we never got past that stage at dog school. He is a stubborn animal.

The veggie garden is freaking exploding. The squash are threatening to send runners out into the street, and damn the cars. We had to thin them last week, three of each kind was to many. Now with just two of each (four kinds), you can’t even tell they were ever thinned. Brandon red up of hand pollinating the flowers, and while you feel kinda dirty doing it, it will ensure pollination. We think we have a lack of bees out here. We briefly considered urban beekeeping, but decided that was a hobby we aren’t quite ready for as yet. Instead, we are going to construct some Mason bee houses, and hope to get some to move in. If that doesn’t work, we will be buying some in the winter to release in the spring. Mason bees are awesome, google them and find out! You may want your own too.

Okay, that’s all here at the kearns/wilkinson urban farm for now!

Ducklings!!!

Monday was a big day around here. It was the day Lou Lou’s eggs started hatching. I knew something was up because all the chickens-who are usually so rowdy in the mornings-were being quiet, and hanging out near Lou Lou’s nest. Then I found the empty eggshell pushed out of the nest. I didn’t see the baby that morning, Louise was hiding her, but I knew it was there! That afternoon when I got home I found another eggshell. I decided to hang out a little while and see if she’d let them poke their little heads out, and she did!

I almost died from sheer cuteness overload. Ducklings are ADORABLE. Brandon got home and Lou Lou decided to let them get out of the nest, and we got to watch their first wandering steps, over to the waterer. And then it hit me, Oh shit! I need to go buy some baby duck food! I thought I had another week before they came because we are stupid and didn’t mark the calender when she started sitting on her eggs. It takes about 25 days for an egg to turn into a duck.

Here they are during that first water trip:

And the eggs left that day. One more hatched that night, the rest are duds. I took them out today, and two of them were chicken eggs! That Prudence, whenever she saw Louise leave her nest, she’d sneak on over there to sit on them and lay her own eggs!

Milton the papa duck in moulting. He is shedding his bright mating feathers for more respectable browns for the summer. I didn’t know that Mallards do that.
The whole family enjoying the pond. Notice the ramp I built just for the babies. They found it on their own. Interesting thing about ducklings, they have no oil for their feathers yet, so their mother preens hers into their feathers. That way the don’t get wet and they float. When Milton and Louise were babies, we had to dry them off after they went swimming. Sadly, I don’t produce the right kind of oil to keep them dry.

And a closeup of the babies and mama.

When these little guys are old enough (end of summer I think), we will be taking them out to a friend’s house in Boring, Oregon to live in her pond. They will love it there. And hopefully, when this happens again next year, she will want those babies too! Ducks live for 20 years, so we probably have ten or so more years of ducklings ahead of us! 20 years! I still can’t get over that.

Stay tuned for more ducky pictures!

Its six forty in the morning, its sunny out, and the only noises to be heard are the purring of the cat trying in vain to get into my lap (sorry Cassady, Mom’s typing) and the garbage truck outside taking my recyclables. I love early mornings, but really, only if its sunny outside and no one else is up. Its the best. Its all mine, and makes for good blogging time.

I haven’t had much computer time, or jewelry making time, or time to sit around and read lately. I’m not complaining, its been mostly fun, just busy and this girl needs her alone time! I’ve been a good girl and haven’t skipped a day at the market since Easter (horrible market day, most of us don’t go). I’ve also been working for people doing stuff to their houses (which is also super fun, but again, not at home), and well, we have alot of friends and the weather has been good, and so we spend alot of time out with them too. So its all been good, just not very good for my business, since I haven’t been making jewelry!

So I’ve got a bit of a back log of stuff to do: special orders, restock the market tables (big undertaking, I haven’t made anything really for the market in a few weeks, I’m down to only 9 pairs of bottlecap earrings! yikes!) fill a couple store orders, and make some glass. I also received more pretty plastic flowers last week to make some fabulous jewelry, and I haven’t made anything yet, and I REALLY want to!

I haven’t even posted any of the images online! So I will try to do that right now:

It worked! So these three goodies I pulled from my friend Cactus Jane’s blog, but she won’t mind cause they are mine! She had a sale in her studio last weekend and she had some of my new flower and fused glass concoctions there. The skeleton key was given to me by my friend Ben, he makes bracelets and dog collars out of leather belts (very cool, Marcus will be sporting his own soon) and well, I guess he comes across some weird old stuff when getting his things, cause hes also given me some lovely chandelier parts, which are to pretty to break up and make jewelry out of, so I will have to think of something else for them to do. He also has the cutest puppy EVER, Ruby the Gerbil Terrier (really an American Staffordshire Bull Terrier, but at the market its more fun to say the other, and besides, Erin can’t ever remember it when asked) and she is our resident Market Dog, and I steal her every weekend and keep her in my booth. It will be a sad day when she’s to old to be allowed down there…

Whoops, I wandered a bit off course there, but thats what happens when you haven’t blogged in two weeks! A little bit more updating and I will let you all go: Milton is a Drake, he even has come out with his curly little drake feathers on his behind. His head is starting to go green, but I think its gonna take a while. The mallards like to chase Marcus, and he likes to be chased, so they have a great time playing in the yard. I will have to post pictures. And (most exciting) we are building the dormer on the loft room this weekend! Yay! I will finally have my guest/reading room finished! So fraking cool. I’m excited and nervous cause well, we are going to cut an extremely big hole in my roof! But I trust Charlie, and Charlie knows what hes doing, so all will go well. And the weather is even cooperating, and its going to be sunny and beautiful out!

Okay, you can go read other blogs now! maggie

Glen or Glenda?

So it turns out that our dear, dear Mildred may in fact be a Milton. The signs are all pointing that way, although I am not 100% sure, and that’s because the only thing missing to make me sure is the bright green Mallard Drake head.

Here are the signs, and they started early. Millie (from here on I will refer to the duck as Mil) was protective of Lou Lou, she’d get between her and anything that came near her. Lou Lou is always talking to herself or you, small peeping even while eating, from day one. Mil is pretty quiet, with the occasional “quack!” and a kind of almost hissing noise warning things away from Lou. And Drakes don’t talk much, they mostly just hiss, so thats clue number two. But they still looked alike, the same feathers, colors, everything.

But about a week ago they started molting their teenager feathers for their adult ones. And Mil’s came in kind different. Lighter on the belly and wings. His head on top where Lou is just dark brown, is dark brown but also shiny green. But I looked at pictures of duck hens online, and some looked pretty close to Mi’s head, so I thought maybe I’m just imagining things.

Until today. Today I let them out so I could (finally) clean out their pen, and They did their usual “stand up as tall as they can and flap their wings” thing, and I got a real good look at Mil’s belly, and it was GREY. Like Mallard Drake grey. I compared it with Lou’s tummy, which is the usual tabby colors. Not a good sign for Mil being a girl.

Not that I mind, I’m actually pretty darn excited about this development. I wanted a boy and a girl when I was at the feed store, I just called Brandon and he wanted two girls so we got two girls (I was mostly just happy to be getting ducks). Mallards are pretty much just for comic relief in the yard, they don’t really lay many eggs (seven a year anyone?), there isn’t much there to eat (did i just say that? I would never eat a pet duck), and so far they have been better at keeping down my marigold flower problem than my slug problem. In fact, I now have a marigold problem, the lack of marigold flowers!

So now maybe we can see the Mallard family in action. I’m hoping for baby mallards running around my front yard next year. Of course, we’d have to find homes for them, but I don’t really think that is much of a problem, we have friends, and they need ducks. Who doesn’t really?

Also, in totally unrelated news, I found the most awesome pair of boots at the goodwill today. $20, and they are knee high deep orange leather FRYE two inch healed boots! Did I mention they were only $20? And that they fit me? Best shoe score EVER. So I just checked on Zappos, and brand new boots similar to the ones I got (but new) were $500. Jimony Christmas, who can spend that much on shoes? I’m especially excited about them because of the heel, its two inches tall, so they are kinda dressier than my flat tall, similarly colored leather boots. Pretty much what I needed, if you need boots.

All right, I’ll stop drooling now, or rather, I will take the boots off in a few minutes and polish them all up….

Maggie

Sunny Afternoon in the Vortex

These pictures were taken last Thursday when it was about 85 outside. It was beautiful, and so I let the animals loose on the yard while I puttered about. 85 and sunny is perfect yard puttering weather dontcha know! Well, they were having so much fun I thought I’d take some pictures! Plus, I haven’t posted any pictures of the ducklings in a while. They are now very much ducks. We will have to start clipping their wings soon, cause they are trying to fly!

So here’s a picture of the completed duck run, attached to the duckhouse. The top of the duckrun comes off, so you can reach down inside to get the water or bird you want. And yep, theres a little shelf with a long wooden planter box on top. Its filled with zinnias, two climbing morning glories (red and pink, I think), and nasturtiums. They are high enough that they should climb all over that chicken coop, but out of reach of the destructive chickens. They’ve already climbed about a foot and a half!


Marcus and the ducklings hanging out in the grass. Marco has his bone, and his sun, and he is a happy black dog. I don’t know why, but black dogs sure like soaking up the sun. You can see those ducklings still have no fear of him, although they sure run fast enough away from us when its time to go back into the duckhouse!


Here they are playing in their water bowl. Its a stand in until I get their swimming pool, they sold out at Freddies over the weekend. They love running through it, its as close as they get to swimming, I guess. Marcus likes drinking it, gross dog.


Prudence is my champion dirt wallower. She is forever taking dust baths. Here she is flinging the dirt up around her, then she settles down for a nap in the sun.

Some Spraxis, my new favorite spring bulb. Do yourselves a favor and go out and buy them. They are so pretty, and they spread pretty well. I got these at the freaking dollar store last year, planted them figuring what the heck-they were a dollar- and now I wish I had bought them out. You can find them in the bulb section at Home Depot, but they aren’t a dollar! These are the ones I planted last year by the curb, where everyone else gets to enjoy them. Come to think of it, the ones I bought this year (must. have. more.) are all planted out by the sidewalk…

A chicken’s eye view of the house. You can see I got the wooden shades back out a bit early, its hot out! And the porch is looking very inviting for sitting and drinking on…


And this picture pretty much sums up the day:

Woo hoo its sunny and nice outside!
Maggie

Doghouse into Duckhouse

This tutorial will try to explain how to turn a common (free) doghouse into a fabulous duckhouse in just a few rather easy steps! But we will start this blog with a little bit of background on the doghouse, because deserves to be recognized. The doghouse was given to my father by a friend of his. I can’t remember if this friend got the doghouse (used) for his dog and it didn’t like it, or if it came with his new house. Either way, Dad thought that Bailey (their dog) might like it cause she likes spending time outside and Dad was thinking about taking down our childhood clubhouse, which she currently spends the bulk of her time hanging out under. This was perhaps five years ago when the house was brought home. It spent perhaps a year in their garage being ignored, the clubhouse is still standing in the backyard, and Mom didn’t really think Bailey would find it a proper substitute. At about this time we were looking for a house of our own, and worrying about where Oscar would live, since we probably wouldn’t have a nice out of the rain front porch for him to sleep on. Oscar is our outdoor cat. He was a stray we took in, and well, he’s dirty and a bully and we didn’t want to get him and the indoor princess together, so he needed digs of his own. Thats when I thought of the doghouse in my parents garage. Dad was quite happy to give it to Oscar. We re-roofed it, and I even painted it with their leftover house paint to make it all nice. And when we bought our house, Dad and Peter drove it over, and I think it took Three guys to get it into place, next to our house. But it turned out that Oscar didn’t need the doghouse, he got the Laundry Room instead. I installed a cat door, and he spends most of his time curled up in a ball in his motorcycle kitty bed next to the washer. He is a cat of simple needs, and he’s also pretty old now we think. So the Doghouse (now cathouse?) became the garden tool storage shed. And the place neighborhood cats sprayed. Kinda gross, huh? Oh, it also got a paint job to change it from taupe to orange, so thats what you will see in the pictures. It was briefly earmarked about a month ago to be given to a friend’s friend’s dog, who lives in the country and would like the smell of cat pee, when Brandon and Emily (friend) brainstormed that it would be a great duck house. So it got ungifted to this dog, and thats when I started drafting renovation plans. It got really complicated at one point, but then I simpled it back down to what you will see below. And now we will get to how to turn a doghouse into a duckhouse! Firstly, you start with a doghouse. Ours is about 3 and a half feet long, and about two and a half wide. And it weights about a half ton. Now, in order to use this as a duckhouse you have to be able to fairly easily clean it out. And in order to do that you have to have a big enough door to get in. And nobody likes climbing in a dog door. It sux. So, you cut a larger door. I widened ours to the full width of the front of the house, and made it about two feet tall. Thats the opening below, and you can see both colors the house used to be, the taupe side was the one facing our house and I couldn’t paint it. Second, cut a piece of formica to fit the bottom of the house. This makes cleaning out the coop much easier, cause poo doesn’t stick very well to formica. You can use any slick kind of flooring, this stuff is just cheap, and you can cut it with scissors. I chose this charming rust color, but the Restore has plenty of color options, all for only $5. *this next step is optional, and only for those who are going to house chickens in the doghouse.* Third, screw in a large wooden dowel for a sleeping perch. Chickens like to roost off the ground, and while this is technically a duckhouse, Martha has been kicked out of the coop by the other girls, and will be bunking with the ducks (hopefully they get along, the ducklings are still to little to meet her). Ducks don’t perch, so you don’t need this option for them, continue on to step four.Step four. Make a door out of free plywood you got off a remodel jobsite. Ask first (but only if there are contractors around, otherwise, make off with the wood!) and take a piece you think will be big enough. Its best to cut this down with a table or circular saw, but I am afraid of the table saw and only had a sawza (totally spelled that wrong by the way) so I used that for all my cuts. It chewed up the board pretty bad, but I hid that with some sanding and that white front piece that acts as a handle. I also added that bit of trim above the door to help keep out rain and drafts, and hides that the wood is kinda warped. The hinges came from the Restore too. Step five, show your boyfriend all the great work you did while he was at work, get him all excited about the prospect of getting Martha out of his greenhouse, and then get him to push that darn duckhouse over across the yard to where it will live. He will be happy to help you move it, cause he didn’t have to build it! This duckhouse weighs so much its stupid. Its also really tall, to tall for me to carry cause I can’t lift it with my legs, cause standing up and holding onto it is as far off the ground as I can go. I can’t carry it with bent arms cause my arms aren’t that strong! So we did what the Egyptians did to build the pyramids, we used logs. Only less, and no slaves. We stuck two logs under the front of it, and Brandon pushed the back until the logs rolled out the back and then we’d do it all over again. It works pretty darn well, those Egyptians were smart! I don’t have a picture of this though, sadly. Step six is install the side door. I don’t have pictures of this step either, but I wish I had remembered to take them. I bought a small cabinet door at the Restore, and then just laid it on the side of the house where I wanted it to be and drew it on. Then I cut out the shape. Now I had a hole. I lined the door with 1×2′s as a frame. then attached the door to the top of the frame so that it rested on the doorframe when closed. Right now, I just prop the door open with a stick, but when we build the proper yard for the house, I will figure out a better way to keep it open. I hung the water and food inside the house to keep it dry, and put alot of straw down on the floor. Step seven is the really fun step, cause its painting! I borrowed some red paint from a friend (we just painted her shed red) and painted the trim with our house trim paint. I like it, all our outbuildings are different colors, but they all go together so well!And thats it! Its a house for birds! Martha moved in yesterday, the dog crate she was staying in is now her outdoor patio area. She seems to like it okay, better than the greenhouse cause shes near the other chickens but not getting pecked by them.
And I’ll finish off this blog with a couple pictures of the ducklings from yesterday. Their wing feathers are coming in right now, and they look like skeleton fingers. Seriously, they are the creepiest pinfeathers I have ever seen. Rows of skeleton fingers! But the rest is still cute. And their voices are changing, you hear a deeper “quack” with all the “peeps.” Another week and hopefully they will be out of my living room!

Duckies at three weeks!

Perhaps they are about four weeks old, I just know we’ve had them for about three when I took these pictures. They are getting to big to hold in your lap as they dry themselves off from bath time, so I had to set them on the floor in front of the bathroom heater for the first time. They are funny to watch walk around the house because they tromp, not step. You hear this “wack!” noise every time they set a foot down, and I think its because they aren’t used to walking on hard surfaces, or farther than the length of their dog crate. Its cute. And it give the impression of a much larger duck when you hear them tromping around the house rather than see them. Marcus likes to follow them, but he gets a bit to interested at times and play bows at them, which is a little much for such tiny ducks.

Heres some pictures!

So this first one is at about two weeks, with the ducklings sitting on Brandon after a bath. Look how happy that Marcus is.

Here are the girls exploring. That’s Millie in the Back, and Lou Lou in the front. Yep, that seems to be their nicknames now, even Brandon agrees.

Marcus has got them varmits cornered!
Heres Millie being tough with the Marcus.
How cute are they? They are about 70% fledged, their wing feathers are starting to come in (they are in the very gross pinfeathers stage), their backs and heads are the parts still covered by fluff still, but its slowly growing out. I think in another week they will be covered by grown-up feathers! I think I may have said it before, but ducks really never do go through the ugly stage that chickens do (and that lasts for like two months!). They stay cute, and you get to watch the feathers come in! I feel kinda like a kid doing her middle school science project, but luckily, I don’t have to write a report about it (or do a presentation!)

Okay! I’m gonna do some more work now! Enough with those ducklings!
Maggie