Nope this is a brag.
Let me just say that again:
OK, I'm back. Was just trying to pat myself on the back but those string stringing Michelle Obama arms hurt. No idea how she does all that hand waving....
Anyway, putting the ducklings to bed.
It's actually quite a complicated process. During the day they swim freely throughout the entire paddy. Come 6:00 it's teatime. We go into the netting enclosure around their hut and call out 'koi koi koi!' (which could be love or carp but in this case is come here) and put out their food (rice bran, chopped up weeds and chook food). They swim like they're in the Olympics and throw themselves on their food with gusto. Quite literally throw themselves on it in a lot of cases! Once they are all in the netting we close off the door to the greater rice paddy. This part of the bedtime routine goes swimmingly (hehehe- sorry.)
It's the next step that is a little less like water off a ducks back (ohhh stop me!). They eat their food, and instead of getting nice and sleepy and heading into the hut they go parrrrtyyyyyyy! and head out to swim laps of the hut and under the hut and run up and down the ramp and basically do anything but settle down in the nice cosy sawdust lined crates in their hut. So they need convincing. This convincing was a 30 minute plus ordeal Saturday night that involved far too much mud and lunging around in the knee deep water encouraging excited ducklings to go to sleep- not unlike getting a toddler to sleep actually....
Eleven minutes baby!
Woohoo. Just call me the duckling whisperer. Honestly I think it was pushing bedtime back 15 minutes and the consequent increased darkness that did it but you've got to take your successes where you find them, hey?
Fingers crossed tonight will be just as easy as it's the first time I will be doing a post-work weekday duckling bedtime.
If only convincing Amy to go to bed took 11 minutes the living would be easy!