Our ducks (pictured here, a Welsh Harlequin) spend most of their time flocking freely through woods and clearings in the yard around their movable shelter (behind Beckett and Josh). Each morning, we let them out, gather eggs, and let them waddle their way around. They have their rituals—bathing and wrestling, sunning and napping, exploring and munching throughout the day. We enjoy their antics, relationships, and especially their gorgeous, rich eggs, which make a magnificent, structurally sound omelet, the creamiest deviled eggs you can imagine, and the truly very best cakes. Higher in protein and fat than chicken’s eggs, they are really helping us manage Beckett’s pre-adolescent growth spurts.