We arrived home yesterday after an errand and found this lone duckling wandering in the yard.


All alone.  Abandoned.  Unloved.  None of our dozens of adult ducks claimed it, even though it’s brimming with wobbly cuteness.


Jessica named it Blinky.   Because it blinks.  A lot.

Blinky can’t be more than a day or two old, and is much too small to go live with the other ducklings.  So Blinky’s current official address is a small brooder box in the hall bathroom.  He (she?) has a lot of sleepovers on laps and shoulders, though, because all babies need snuggle time.  Even abandoned baby ducks.