Remember my baby ducks?

This was them last night. Nearly fully grown.

I had named one Fred. I think they might both be boys, and I can’t decide what to name the other.

Fred is the bigger duck. They still follow me around because they know that’s how they get food. They love mud and want to burry themselves in it. I sat down on the ground last night and they joined me. You can still kinda see the fuzz on their butts from babyhood.

They’re fully free range and get to do whatever they wanna do. It usually involves mud.