Don and I often talk about how magical Morning Bray Farm is, but we can’t figure this one out.

From out of nowhere, a baby mallard appeared in our garage yesterday.

Baby’s parents were not to be found, but Baby is extremely alert and seems quite strong.

Don has Baby in the powder room with a heat lamp and a warm, fluffy blanket, poultry starter feed and ample water. Naturally, we weren’t properly equipped to handle baby ducks until just a few weeks ago.

What can I say? Isn’t this a teensy bit odd? Good, but odd?

Saturday update: Don has named her Charlotte. If she’s a boy, Charlie.

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