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Leo looked at the smallest one—a runt with a slightly lopsided waddle. It looked up, fixed its black-bead eyes on him, and let out a tiny, defiant squeak. buy baby ducklings

"They’re a handful," the clerk chuckled. "Smart, messy, and they’ll think you’re their mother within ten minutes. You ready to be a dad to a bunch of feathered footballs?" The air in the old hardware store smelled

Leo stood over the tub, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets to stop them from shaking. He’d spent three weeks building a coop in the backyard, scrolling through forums about brooders, and debating the merits of Pekins versus Cayugas. But standing there, watching twenty fuzzy yellow clouds tumble over each other, the research felt thin. "First time?" the clerk asked, leaning on a shovel. It looked up, fixed its black-bead eyes on

"I'll take three," Leo said, his heart doing a little waddle of its own.