Patinho's mother heard him following me around and began to call for him. So I let him meet his mother and siblings for the first time. The encounter started well, but after a few minutes the Muscovy hen tried to kill him. As she did right after his assisted hatching.

Patinho's first day outdoors. He's come a long way for a little duckling who would have died in the failed attempt to hatch. Still behind his four siblings in development, but he is vigorous and follows me all around the yard now.

Lunchtime for the garden bantams.

The siblings of the house duckling. They are much stronger.

The latest training equipment acquired by my fencing club in Badajoz. I prefer this to versions I've seen with pipe, a sword, and bungee cords on a pillar.

Who says you can't take a bath at the breakfast table?