Yesterday, as a part of "work," Timo went duck hunting. The ducks are raised for this purpose, and the men wear button-up shirts. Timo calls it "hunting" (with the quotation marks), but they call it a gentleman's hunt. He shot 25 ducks, most of which will be sold to local restaurants. He did manage to bring home two of them to show our kids and to eat. We turned it into an educational experience.
K holding the "girl duck" I thought it was hilarious how she cradled the head. She is all girl.
Here AJ is holding the "boy duck," and H is trying to grab it.
Showing each other their ducks
H's turn to hold a duck.
"This is kind of interesting."
"What's over there?"
"Oh, look! Another one!"
K and both of the ducks
AJ and the ducks
H and the ducks. He did smile after this, but he definitely looks unsure of the situation here.
Showing K the markings and coloring on the male wing.
Comparing the male and female wings. K is petting the duck.
H wanted another chance to get his hands on the duck.
He would pick it up, and throw it down (as he does with many things).

He was really interested in the beak.

This is heavy, Mom!
Once the kids were done playing, we decided to teach them a little about the features ducks have to survive.

Here are the tongue and the ridges in the mouth to help them eat since they don't have teeth.

... And webbed feet for swimming, along with the claws (talons?) for walking.
Then it was time to cut the meat out.WARNING: This is about to get gross.
Opening up the chest to get to the breast meat.
While we were there, we decided to have a little anatomy lesson.
The esophagus and bronchial tube
The intestines. I found it interesting that the intestines run up and down rather than from side to side.
Opening up the chest and exposing the lungs
Digging in the chest to get the heart out
The heart K wants to be a doctor, so it was fun to show her what the insides of a once-living creature looked like.
Once we were done, Timo finished the other duck (without dissecting it), and I threw the kids in the tub (Well, I did not literally throw them in. It's more like they climbed into the bathtub.). The kids were pretty affectionate with the ducks, and I wanted to make sure we got all the microbes off their hands, arms, faces, etc.


