Will they Live?

I think there’s a chance these ducklings might be okay. When we first moved the eggs, we kept them fairly visible with a mound of leaves lightly dusted on top. I went to check on them yesterday and I couldn’t find the eggs! Just the leaves. I started wondering if my name would forever be Duck Butcher, but then as I stared at the pile of leaves, I realized there was a faint tinge of white. I wasn’t about to touch the leaf pile to unbury them, but I think it was the eggs.

My theory is that Mama Duck found her eggs and reburied them in leaves. Now whether or not she successfully hatches them is another thing. I’m not sure how long they’ve been there or what the incubation period of duck eggs is? I wish there was a way to know, so I could check on the whole rotten-egg status. Ugh. Let’s not go there.

I’m almost finished with chapter 6 on my newest Irish medieval. It came to a screeching halt last night, so I made myself stop and outline it. I stuck to the tried-and-true brainstorming methods. I busted into the Easter candy and devoured mouthfuls of jelly beans while demanding, “What is WRONG with this story??” There might have been a Cadbury’s Creme Egg involved. I’m not saying.

I worked on character motivations and brainstormed some ideas. I need to keep the story tension high, and it was starting to dwindle, so I’m trying to figure out where to add more without introducing aliens.

Today I’m taking the hormonally-crazed minions to the War Museum. Field trip! I’m always like a proud Mama Duck on this trip, because the museum docents ask the students questions about WWII, and my kids are able to answer them! It’ll be nice to have a low-key day, though it’s mentally-draining.

Last, I need your help. I need to know a good dessert I can make for someone with diabetes. I’m grilling a pork tenderloin with baked apples, and making a spinach salad as part of the meal. What should I serve to top the meal off? Any ideas?