I see I’m not the only one that collects ducklings. Mine have slowly been fledging out and leaving the nest over the years, so I’ve only got the few left. Nothing quite like watching someone find their feet because of you.
… I don’t need to go looking for more. I can hardly look after the projects I’ve got already. Damn me for being reasonable (for once.)
It is actually so lovely! My lad has since moved away, and I am truly so happy to watch him grow and flourish from afar.
Ducklings is such a precious group moniker. I sometimes refer to those younger queer and trans folks I associate with as The Kids. (Affectionate nickname, and not literal; they're all 19 or older.)
They're lucky to have you, darling.