First, let me introduce them. We realized the other day that they don't have names, which is a shame, as we can only name a limited number of animals on the farm: the cat has a name, Jon's favourite chicken has a name, the sheep have names- to put it bluntly, we only name animals we aren't going to eat! Regardless of if they have names or not, we all love the ducks. I love them less at 6 am, as their house, "Duckingham Palace" butts up to my side of the bed outside our cabin, and they seem to be at their rowdiest every morning at 6 am. However, preferable to an alarm clock any day!
We've recently been getting a duck egg every morning, which is a delight as they are delicious! Then, all of a sudden, four days ago, they just stopped. This morning, as Jon and I did chores, I saw the three males and no female. I called out "Duck missing!" and as he came around the corner, the female waddled out of the bushes. This is what we found:
Her nest!
Unfortunately, she's fighting a losing battle, as they have learned to dutifully retire to Buckingham Palace every night to be safe from predators. Fortunately, we also have a broody hen, happy to sit on eggs, so we gave her a private spot in the barn and she is now sitting on a number of assorted eggs, four of them duck eggs. It's been three weeks, so I'll keep you posted as to what happens!
We may be less enthralled with the ducks once the garden is planted, so maybe we'll wait on naming them for a while yet!
That's too funny! Look forward to seeing what hatches!
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