So the ducks LOVE dog food. I’m assuming whoever raised and abandoned Mabel (l) and Maddie (c) fed it to them. I’ve had little luck moving them to duck crumbles. I finally resorted to very expensive duck seed specifically for layers, so it’s not processed into a pellet. They will eat that, but not until after their dog food is gone.
After discovering Bixby is sensitive to chicken (of all things), I had to change the pups food to a different type and brand. Over the summer, the duck eggshells have become thinner and thinner, and the only change I could think of was the dog food. So I’ve stopped giving it to them. Monday.
They are now only getting their good duck seed. Expensive. Full of a variety of seeds and nutrition.
What you see above is the result. They stand outside the patio door and bitch at me because I have not provided them with the proper nutrition for the day. In protest, I have not gotten an egg from either of them since Monday.
Penelope has not been as picky, but in solidarity, she has joined the picket line.
This gives you a good idea of how much bigger Penelope is than Mabel and Maddie. As you can see they have integrated well and there are no more dominance issues. No idea why all three are piled in the one tiny pool!
We are having a bit of an issue with Penelope suddenly, as her hormones are going crazy, wanting to bond with Bixby. I’ll get photos or video this weekend if I can. I am very concerned, only because, you know, Danes are NOT the most graceful of beasts.
If you remember, Maddie and Mabel had the same issue with the late, great Jake Panther and he was not amused. Bixby is just…confused.
I usually make a salad for lunch. The ducks want in on the goods:
It never fails, I open a bag of greens and it doesn’t matter where they are in the yard, they do their fast paddle to the patio door. I swear they have sonic hearing.
Domestic ducks running is hysterical. Every morning when I let them out of the coop they charge all over the yard making sure their territory is safe from all threats.
I had a new “duck sitter” when I went away a few weeks ago and she would text me every morning saying that watching that made her day. Makes mine, too.
Seriously, these guys. I’ve been trying to do some landscaping and whenever I have the shovel out, the dogs have to be inside. This week, the ducks decided to get in on the act.
Penelope/Pearl is watchful from the patio – this is all new to her. Meanwhile Mabel and Maddie have been here long enough they view me as the not very smart yard help. So they just do as they please. I even started throwing dirt ON them. They just gave me the side-eye.
Ducks. They are just cats with feathers.
Hey and believe it or not, I’m going to be cooking up a storm this weekend. Until then…
I’ve received a lot of requests for video of the ducks and bath time is the best time for that.
Penelope/Pearl’s bath doesn’t have any sound because my neighbors are remodeling and it overwhelmed that portion of the video. Enjoy!
I am heading out of town and won’t be around much to post until I return, so this Pearl update will have to hold you.
She has finally figured out she’s a duck and no longer follows me everywhere (yes, I am both relieved and sad). And after a few hours behind the pet yard she easily integrated with the other ducks.
Mabel would chase her. Mabel is the brown one and until she started chasing her, I thought she was mild-mannered. Who knew she was the strong silent type. Pearl does not back down, just goes back to try and make friends. And for some reason, she follows Maddie (my grey one) all around, much to Maddie’s annoyance.
She still sleeps inside at night, but once I return I’ll see about moving her to the coop. I assume if there is trouble they will make such ruckus I’ll be able to go out and stop it.
This photo quacks me up. Like, “why am I in a box?” Pearl gets more and more feathers every day. Which means my house is now covered in the downy layer she is losing. Like someone broke open a down pillow. Continue reading
The ducks have started laying eggs again, so it must be spring! These are all Maddie’s. About a dozen so far. Mabel just began laying this morning, so I will soon be overrun. Two eggs a day doesn’t sound like much, but they add up quickly.
Their original pool finally sprung a leak, and even though they have a bigger pool they have shunned, it was time to find them a new pool. Continue reading