Friday, 19 October 2012
ducklings and butterflies
This week I finished knitting a sweet summer vest in the softest bamboo for a soon-to-be-born babe, and picked up two more balls of bamboo to knit another for a recent arrival. I am off to Perth in a few weeks time to see old friends and meet the babies who have been born since I last visited. Perth's summer is too hot for most knits, but this vest is so soft it can be worn on its own or layered over a long-sleeved top on cooler evenings. (And it is, of course, perfect for any spontaneous visits to the south coast!)
We welcomed three new feathered friends to our garden. Ping, Jemima and Puddle are Pekin ducklings who have taken to the chook's water bowl like ducks to...well, you know. We have plans to persuade them into their bathtub this weekend to fulfill their future swimming needs.
They are only half-grown and have quickly bonded with the four Leghorn hens I brought home with them from Albany. The two nights they spent in transit at Grandma's house imprinted the rather indifferent hens on their loving duck hearts and they now follow them around the garden, falling into holes and getting tangled in the nasturtiums in an endearingly clumsy fashion. Their guardians had yesterday escaped their clutches and lay silently beneath the proteas while the ducklings peeped and piped with increasing concern. Enter Darcy, bird whisperer, who tried to gently shepherd them towards the rest of the flock. They panicked and jumped onto the slide instead, whizzing down on their tails while Quinn and I rocked with laughter from our seats in the sandpit.
And Darcy brightened up my morning cleaning the house with a butterfly from the garden he brought up to share. We stopped vacuuming to admire its delicate patterning for a few minutes before he set it free on the breeze and we climbed beneath the covers to snooze away a rainy afternoon. I am grabbing hold of sleep wherever I can find it now and waiting for this fog of nausea and fatigue to lift. Feeling very grateful for little people who still sleep most days and a bigger boy who is happy to walk home from school on his own so that I can sink into slumber on days such as these.
Thank you for all your kind words and wishes. Wishing you all a most happy weekend with your loved ones.