Thursday, April 5, 2018

A torrid love affair

 I've written about the ducks quite a bit. It's a little like Peyton Place around here I think. A couple of months ago, the male duck was killed by a car so Daisy duck has been moping around, harrassing the chickens, bullying the cats, and quacking for dog food whenever she feels like it.  Usually when I'm in the middle of doing something.

About the same time the male duck was killed, a Muscovy duck from next door decided to hang out in my chicken house.  I guess he figured that if all the neighbor's chickens were being treated well here, he might as well move in too.  This duck just hangs out in the bottom of the chicken house - eating the feed, muddying the water, and just looking around. 

I noticed Daisy duck starting to waddle around the chicken coop when the duck was there - I'll call him RedEye (he has a red patch around both eyes). At first Daisy would just sit and quack within sight of RedEye and over the course of a week or two, has started to get closer and closer. And then, *gasp*, they spent the night together last night. 

Does this mean ducklings in the future? I really hope not. I can't adopt any more animals although I would it is more like they've adopted me. 

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