This is one of my favorite antique collections. My father hand-carved them and painted each one. This collection has been mine as long as I can remember. I am not certain when exactly he carved them, long before I was born I know. I remember being very small 4 or 5 when he gave them to me, not to play with so much as to “have” for my own.
I kept them in a small box and would take them out and set them in matching pairs, male and female. Not really playing with them, because even then I knew just how special they were. I would sit with them like that, paired up for hours, just looking at them, moving them around, picking them up and studying them and then put them back in their box.
When I left home and got married, the little box came with me and for many years, the ducks stayed in the box. I knew they were there, but I was unsure just what I wanted to do with them. When I found this antique Coca Cola crate it became their permanent home.
Each duck pair, male and female is an exact replica of a real species of duck.
Aren’t the Mallards perfect? The male is a little worse for wear. is feet did not stand the test of time, sad.
I love these little Puffins (as my dad called them) their chubby little black and white bodies.
This was a Pheasant destined to be very colorful just like the real thing! I cannot get over how small it is and yet it is the perfect shape, clearly a pheasant even without the paint.
Whenever I pass this collection hanging in my hallway, I am that little girl again, taking each duck carefully out of the box and pairing them up, realizing even then how very special that collection would one day be!