I'm back from my very quick trip to Chicago. The show was great and I thoroughly enjoyed connecting with old friends, meeting new people, learning more about CHA (the organization) by participating in a task force meeting, walking the show floor, seeing new products, and so on.
I have to admit that being around so many new products on a regular basis has made me a little jaded. A new product has to be pretty fabulous for me to be impressed enough to want to buy it. I realize that might sound snobby, but I'm really not that kind of person. I'm just saturated with new stuff and can only have so much in my own craft room. I tend to lean towards buying tools and things I'll use over and over again, as opposed to paper, etc. That said, my absolute favorite, must-have, new product of the show was the Ranger Adirondack Acrylic Paint Dabbers. They will come in 36 colors plus black and white and will, of course, match Adirondack ink colors. They have so many terrific features that I can't list them all, but suffice it to say that they have my name written all over them! Of course, Ranger did not disappoint with their other releases either; check them out here.
I had a reaction to something while on the flight back and was pretty miserable the entire time. We couldn't land quickly enough for me and I've felt sick ever since. Combine that with typical monsoon weather (thunderstorms in the evenings, intermittent rain) and it's been a off week for me.
I just have to share what happened last night with the ducks. If you read this blog with any regularity, you know that the ducks come in each night for a clean bath and then sleep in their "pen" (an uncovered, inflatable swimming pool, sans water, with a few additions to make it more homey for them). They could get out most any time they want since there's no cover on the top and the sides are only about 2' high. In fact, last winter we did have to rig a cover so they wouldn't wander during the night (I woke up with a duck quacking in my face a couple of times!). But during their molt, they feel safe in their pen and simply stay put, not to mention the fact that featherless wings have trouble flying out. J
Last night I was in the office at the computer when Todd brought Louie in and set him on my lap. Louie was perfectly content and didn't make a sound. He let me pet his feathers, rub his neck, and, again, never quacked. After about 10 minutes, Todd & I started hearing a faint "bok-bok" and it seemed to be getting closer. Yep, Huey & Dewey were on the loose and heading our way. We looked through the office doorway into the hall and sure enough, two little beaks peered around the corner. They were missing Louie and came to hunt him down (even though he had not called for them). When they had made their way to the door, Todd picked up Dewey, brought her back and set her on his lap. That left just Huey, who continued to slowly walk into the room, not sure if she was allowed to do it or not (they usually get scolded if they wander around on their own and yes, they do know that they're being naughty!). Finally, she ended up right beside me, looking up at Louie sitting on my lap. Next thing I know, her little tush is wiggling and she's ready for take-off! That's right, she flew right up to my leg and landed beside Louie. It was perfect: no mistakes, just flap right up with a perfect landing, no grabbing my leg with her toes (or toenails!) and she barely even had to steady herself.
After that I didn't get much done as I had a lap full of ducks for about 45 minutes. That's right. They stayed there 45 minutes and started to go to sleep. How's that for contented ducks? It wasn't unusual for Louie, he's always enjoyed being held, but it was a real break-through for Huey. She's always been the most skittish of the bunch and doesn't like to be picked up so much. But last night it was her choice. She made the decision to fly to my lap and then to stay there. And none of them got down until we put them down.
Something like this may seem small to you, but with ducks, we have to celebrate the little victories. Baby steps, ya know? Ducks aren't like puppies. They're prey animals and innately fearful. Huey wanting to be on my lap and flying up to it is a big thing. (Not to mention that our Labrador Retriever was laying under my desk at the time.) And it makes me feel warm & fuzzy just thinking about it.