his (her?) name is lucky duck. Lucky duck ran into the open paws of the pitbull until he realized the pitbull may not be his mom and then sought me out instead as the next best option. Lucky duck is a lame duck and for that was abandoned by mom duck. Lucky duck didn't stand a chance at life without human intervention, and I was the human that intervened. So now I care for a mallard that in four months time I'll know if it's a he or a she, but for now he's he, and quickly becoming domesticated.
Little known facts about mallards (or at least this one):
1. they have tongues. I never would have thought it! (or thought about it, for that matter)
2. they LOVE human contact. Lucky duck cries when he's put down until he's picked up again. Oh boy.
3. They make great office pets. At least while they are smaller than your palm, anyway..
The tiny house is progressing, although the dog and the duck aren't helping the focus. (they do help moral, however!) The subfloor (and sub-subfloor) are on. There was a week of twisting pex tubing (for radiant floor heat) around four different human bodies in an attempt to run it underneath the subfloor, until that idea was dropped in favor of adding an extra layer of 5/8" plywood that will hold the pex, and allow us to route out the wood later so the pipe doesn't get damaged sitting in place during construction. Pex tubing turns out to be exceptionally difficult to work with, but a warm floor on a cold day is so very appealing...
next week starts wall framing!