This morning Susie Farmerette (NOT) hit on the bright idea of shutting the hens out of the hen yard for the day, thereby turning it into a duck yard.
Three hours later I returned, point-and-shoot in my hip pocket. Eureka! Mama and baby ducky had emerged from their cave.
Finally I could remove the pet carrier (which mama has barely left for about a month), dump it, rinse it, and bed it down with fresh straw. Four pairs of beady hen eyes watched every step of the process. I think mama duck likes having the hens on the other side of the chickenwire.
Little ducky is actually eating the growth mash I bought at SBS the other day. It seems to like having the hens at a safe distance. (I don’t know nuthin’ about sexing ducklings, so “it” is the best I can do. Don’t want to be promoting gender confusion in little ducky.) Papa duck is keeping an eye out.
So is T-Beau the goldendoodle. He’s riveted by Ducky TV. (Little ducky is small yellow fluffball directly in front of mama.)