Rosslyn

UPDATE: In preparing for our move to Paris, we learned that we would not be able to bring Rosslyn with us (international customs issues...). We turned her over to a wildlife rehabilitation center near Cleveland (Penitentiary Glen). They say she's happy and healthy, and may even be able to be reintroduced to the wild.

Many of you have heard the crazy story of how we adopted a duckling, so we thought perhaps you'd like to see her...

These were taken the day we found her; we think she was just one or two days old.

Swimming in the kitchen sink, about one and a half weeks old.

In the bathtub, about two and a half weeks old.

When you're a duck, the awkward teenage phase comes before you're even a month old. (Look closely, and you can see her adult feathers starting to come in around her wings.)