Smallie has become Mister Cactus Face
walking to their favourite tree from Peterborough Street, and I feared the worst for them.
For whatever reason they had shifted up the river, close to the intersection of
Park Terrace with Bealey & Deans Avenues. But at least - they were there and still twelve ducklings
with their parents. So no loss for more than two weeks.
Smallie had gone through such an impressive transformation that I could not identify the baby from a distance
and thought it was lost. But it had just gone from white and brown striped fluffy ball into a big
duckling, slightly smaller than the other ones, and the only one with some white fuzzies left in the face -
looking a bit like a cactus.
As it has no white mark under the eye I gather it is a male duckling.
My husband - who probably rightly thinks that I am a bit obsessive with the ducks - accompanied me
this time, and while feeding the birds a massive magnitude 4.8 earthquake hit Christchurch.
I felt the ground rolling under my feet and the trees were swaying. The ducks were unimpressed.
What a happy New Year's Eve ;-)
  After breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea or dinner, or whichever meal or snack it was, they run to the water to take a drink.
 In the early days Mum goes in first to teach them, when they are older they know what to do and she joins them later.
 Two females side by side. |  I think they also know my voice because I always talk to them. I wonder what they would say if they could talk our language ;-) Quak quak!
 Supervised swimming. Rarely ever both parents now go swimming with them at the same time. Dad stays outside very frequently. While swimming the ducklings drink more water to flush down the lot of bread they haven eaten into the stomach.  The males can now be hardly distinguished from the father duck. |
