When I was a child a very long time ago, we lived on a farm. We had a small bathroom (thankfully I’ve always enjoyed indoor plumbing), but there was no bathtub or shower. Baths were reserved for Saturday night when a round galvanized steel wash tub was brought out for the weekly ritual. When I got older, I could go next door (a two-family farm) to my grandparents’ house and use their basement shower. Did you have “bath day” as a child?
I figure it must be Thursday baths for the ducks and grebes, as they were all in a splish-splashy mood when we were at the birding center Thursday. An American Coot:
A Green-Winged Teal had been bathing, and had apparently entered the spin-dry cycle:
A very enthusiastic Least Grebe:
Here is a Moor Hen who is determined to get all those tricky hard-to-reach areas:
And the Ruddy Duck was doing a little grooming. What good, clean ducks!
On a quilting note, I’m making good progress on my beach scene skinny wall hanging, and hopefully I’ll have a picture so I can participate in Design Wall Mondays again!