15/07/2025
Who is the Mother Duck? (Part 1)
Hey 👋 I’m Georgie. Buckle in for a not-so-brief and ever-awkward get-to-know-you post.
I started Mother Duck Sourdough back in 2020, in Port Hedland, WA. At the time, I had two-year-old twins, Laurie & Elsie, and a one-year-old, Fletcher. With all my family and friends back here in Toowoomba, QLD, I was in the depths and not doing so well.
My husband, knowing me better than I know myself, suggested I bake some sourdough for his office — you know, to give me something else to think about other than babies. It started with bread, eventually included pastries, and then evolved into a fully licensed business selling to the locals.
This just wasn’t chaotic enough for us, though, so by the end of 2020, we were expecting baby #4, Paddy.
Yes, that is four kids in three years. During COVID. In WA. It was one for the books, that's for sure.
A week after Paddy was born — September 2021 — my husband sees an ad in the local newspaper for grants being offered by the council. I apply, and by the time I have a one-month-old, I’m successful and get to hire a graphic designer () to make Mother Duck a legit business.
When Paddy was three months, I was back in operation and it was crazier than ever. Within a month, I had to set some pretty solid limits as I was working from 4am until 11pm to fit it all in around being a mum of four. But for the next nine months, life was pretty spectacular and incredibly FULL.
My husband, John, is an engineer - yes, very smart, very 'unique', but quite the overachiever. He got promoted, so we packed up and moved down to Perth. It was incredibly exciting, but this was to be my very first experience of burnout. I didn’t reopen Mother Duck for a whole year, and I was massively lacking motivation to do so. With three kids now in school (and a toddler), I did not know how to parent and run a business at the same time — especially with my husband doing work away for weeks at a time.
Which brings me to the current chapter:
The move home and my new life in the FIFO world …