#neimidalen

Nothing in particular. I've taken sick leave for the first third of June to give my newly-obtained plantar fascitis some rest. I totally abused my time off by running, swimming and working out harder than ever. I'd also managed to finish several documentaries bc I need to get paid double, right?

Bored at my shift for the second third of June.

We had a guest this morning. We're all ill, so I began my day by loudly whispering from my bed at my partner who was in the kitchen: 'Who's quacking like crazy all the time?' He hadn't even heard any quacking.

My youngest began his day by yelling: 'Mom, there's a duckling in my room!' First, I thought a cat brought him in, but no, he WALKED in on his own. Of course, we caught him and put into a cat carrier until we know what to do. And right then we saw his mom sitting on the neighbor's house roof and quacking like crazy. It was her I'd heard before. But well, none of us speaks duck, so we didn't know how to let her know he is here, and she flew away.

After that he managed to escape the carrier, luckily, I saw it, and put him back. Then my partner and I had to roam the adjacent streets up to the river in hope of finding the duck-mom, but she was nowhere to be seen. Then I spent a couple of hours in my bedroom with the duckling reading the internet about the situation. Well, what I found out was best to do, is to take him to a duck family with the young of the same age.

There were, like, three adult ducks at the riverbank, and it was pretty clear, if there are families with the young, they're hiding somewhere where we can't see them. You can't give a duckling to an adult duck either, they won't accept him. Well, I've come up with an idea of trying to give some food to the ducks we saw at the riverbank in hope that some duckling would come out as well.

You know what? We began feeding them, and there was the only one duck-mom with two little ones! While I distracted the adults with the food, my partner let out our little guest, and he instantly ran into the reed along with his two peers.

Just a moment later, mom joined them as well. I think there's a huge chance it was his actual mom. And that this little family was walking from our neighborhood up to the river, like some weird ducks who nest in someone's backyard, do. And one of the three ducklings got separated on their way, and accidentally walked into our house at that rare moment when our dog or cats didn't see him, but our son did (the chance of catching such a moment is actually very slight!). And we all three were home to help. And that his mom with his siblings were at the riverbank when we came looking for them. It's amazing how many tiny chances one small duckling needs to make this big day!

And then one day this huge tomcat visited our windowsill. My youngest sent me the photo. He visited repeatedly with no intention to fight, just for a meal. After three days we saw a - lost Maine Coon - flyer, it was him who was lost. Of course, we called the owners and Rudis went home soon. 'He's the gentlest cat in the world, he never fights, but he's a little stupid. If he gets out of the garden he can never find home. It's the second time he does this', his owner said. I hope he behaves in the future.

Flowers, berries, summer full throttle.

Bay travelling. I'm thinking about how travelling with growing kids is like going on vacation with a different person every time. Some of these persons I really like better than others. She's 19 and in her crustpunk phase. No elaboration.

Also, me manifesting summer.

And actually having it.

Then took these apocalyptic photos from my window. My kiddo's led lights took it to the max. Still sort of hopeful.

The view from my bed

The breakfast view

The kid's room view

The apple-tree and the wigwam

The house itself, almost fully consumed