Monday before last, I traded a muscovy drake to DominionLink in exchange for some duck eggs. Just wanted maybe a dozen to stick under my duck, Fry Guy, who is the only 'regular' duck I have left after coyotes moved in last summer. What I got instead was about 40 eggs! On the 25th, I stuck 10 under Fry Guy (sitting on fakes) and stuck 14 in the incubator. That's all I could fit with the chicken eggs already in there since the 19th.

Lacy my old turkey girl (the one with a bad hip (old mating injury) and missing the entire top part of her beak) is laying. She's in the milk house along with Kronk, who has bumble foot on one of his big, clown-shoe feet (nobody told Mr. Big and Dumb that a 40 lb. turkey probably shouldn't roost 5 feet up a tree) and Buddy the blind rooster. The milkhouse is supposed to be turned into a butcher room, but apparently right now it's the Gimpy Wing of the barn. Oh well, at least with Lacy laying out
there, Hamlet's not eating the eggs. I'd love to get some daughters from Lacy, she's one tough old bird. Lacy freeranges during the day, so she has her choice of toms. I guess once chicken eggs come out, a few turkey eggs will go in along with more duck eggs.
The puppy, penny, is doing great. I'm very happy with her temperament so far. She's had some messes when I work nights and there's no one awake to let her out, but that's it! So she gets crated when hubby wants to go to bed. I expected a struggle, but when you say bed, in she goes and has a nap. I can't get over her, awesome puppy!