They had been living in a little backyard pen with a baby bath for water. It was the best fun I’ve had in ages, watching ducks discover water. The dived and fluffed and preened and splashed and put on several R rated shows. You have never seen an animal so happy!
With geese (there are eleven of them now, fully grown, and unfortunately all named – so much for goose dinner, at least this year!) and chooks we now have quite a collection of poultry. We have had ducks before and found them rather too vulnerable to goannas, foxes and wild dogs. These muscovies are a bit bigger though, and with two drakes and a floating island in the middle of the dam to escape to, I’m hoping they will survive.
I’m dreaming duck eggs this time: they already have names (Sir Francis, Sir Walter, Daphne and Simone) so I think they’re already off the duck dinner agenda. And though the geese managed to successfully raise a clutch of goslings, I’m not too hopeful about raising ducklings. Just too tasty for the wildlife.