Part of my mom's third grade curriculum includes a unit on something that allows her to incubate duck eggs in her classroom. My third grade class was never so lucky. We only read Rechinka's Eggs. While being a fabulous story, it doesn't quite captivate a young mind like watching something squeaky pop out of its shell.
Sebastian and I went to visit the ducks during class today. I think he liked that they moved and made noises without him having to push a button first. He got to pet them but hasn't grasped the 'gentle' concept. I'll be tracking their growth over the next two weeks before they are sent off to the duck farm to live long and happy lives. I think they'll even come home and spend the night in a box in our garage soon.
The kids told me this duck's name but I can't remember. Something like Oscar. He's since hatched and has been accepted into the cool club.
This is Maple. She was the third to make it out.
These are the remains of Adam and Eve's eggs.
I can't tell them apart but the kids swear they know which is Adam and which is Eve.
My own little fuzzy duck.
Random facts that I'm sure you'll run out to tell your friends:
~Baby ducks poop every time their little bellies get in the water. I guess its a newborn thing.
~Ducks tilt their heads back to swallow.
~All you have to do is teach the first duck how to eat and the rest will catch on.
~Ducks are born with an 'egg tooth' that is attached to the top of their bill. They use it to peck their way out. It dries up and falls off within a week or two.
~One year my mom and I saved a little duck that had been in the incubator for too long and had become glued to the paper towel it was resting on. We got tooth brushes and scrubbed its neck free.
~Once you hold one, you'll get attached and start blogging about it.