Easter is thankfully over and the kids will soon be back to school. Hurrah! This year we escaped the worst of the 'egg cess' by making sure the Easter bunny brought only a minimal amount of tooth rotting chocolate and instead, replacing the large egg element of Easter with three cute, fluffy, yellow ducklings.
The kids have been kept enthralled with the ducks and duck bath-time is now a household highlight. The three ducks have been named Roger, Yoko and Seal - as they are all female these are quite 'interesting' names but hey, the ducks seem happy enough. And why wouldn't they be? Their siblings and cousins were no doubt destined for one of the large foie gras farms that surround our house and are currently languishing in an industrial hangar somewhere. These three have ended up in our sitting room (really) because animal hating (yes, really) husband thought they might be too cold outside...
The plan is that the ducks will lay eggs and if not, they will get eaten. I am not entirely convinced that we are going to have the heart to eat them, especially Roger, who was named after my dad, but time will tell. And if nothing else, at only 2€ each, they were a cheap and dental friendly Easter present.
