Gabe got to go outside this morning. This was our second attempt. A few weeks ago I tried it and he headed to the gate, as if to leave, so I swooped him up and brought him back inside. Continue reading
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…
Pearl is fully feathered and I’m still thinking she’s a duck. But drakes can develop their drake feather (a little curled feather on their tail) anywhere from 12 weeks to 6 months. So we are still in the drake and see mode if she is a he. Continue reading
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