Since we’ve been down in Seattle, I’ve been missing my harbor seal. He’s always been the lowest maintenance pet ever. He swims by. I wave. That’s the extent of our interaction and it’s worked well for both of us.
As I was sitting on my bed (because the salon is in such a state of disrepair), typing away on the laptop, I glanced out my window to see Mama Duck napping with her babies tucked underneath her.
Last week there were 8 ducklings; this week there are only 5. I got them some bread and dropped it out the porthole. Apparently it’s not scary for ducks to get really close to a food source if they can’t see the person dropping the food. They came right up to the boat, ate their fill, and are now napping again with all the babies tucked under Mama’s wing.
Me? I’m off to sand, varnish, and clean up the jobsite a bit.