Ducks are hard to catch…

A couple weeks ago some friends gave us a beautiful breeding pair of Muscovy ducks. The drake is about nine months old and the female is a bit younger, I believe. We brought them home and I instantly fell in love. That is a pretty big deal considering I don’t like ducks or geese in close proximity to myself. But these Muscovy ducks are adorable! And quiet, near silent. And sweet. They even wag their tails when I feed them in the mornings. I mean really, they wag their tails like little puppies with bills and webbed feet.

We recently converted our big, insulated shed (that our Angora rabbits lived in) into a chicken coop. The long, enclosed, hoop arch we put together out of pvc and welded wire fencing for turkeys and pumpkins last year was attached to the back of the new coop for some outside space. Safe, outside space, I should say. As much as I would love for the ducks –especially the ducks– to be able to go play in the seasonal creek that cuts through our property, we have a very large population of hawks here. In fact, when we first moved here and did let the chickens free-range, we had two hens “mysteriously” disappear. And now that I think of it, we caught a red-tailed hawk red handed (!!) pinning one of our hens down in the yard. Doubtless she was too heavy to take off with quickly, as big as the hawk was.

On to today’s story–
Our house is situated in an odd mountain top valley. There is always a constant breeze, which is especially nice in the heat of the summer. The other side of having such nice breezes is that when a strong storm comes through, we can experience extreme winds. Like, blow-the-shingles-off-your-roof kind of extreme winds.

Last night we had a lightening storm come through with high winds. This usually blows everything around and makes a mess of the yard, so when I went to do my animal chores this morning it didn’t surprise me that some of the animals were weary of leaving their warm nests to see what was for breakfast. When the male duck, but not the female, came out into the run to eat –I grew a bit concerned. I went around the other side of the coop to look for her and discovered the human-sized door to the coop had been blown wide open!

My very first thought was: crap! My next thought was: If I were a cute duck, where would I go? Duh. The creek. The creek is downslope from the coop across a one-acre field. Looking across, I was easily able to spot the little white head of the female duck… swimming happily in the deep end of the creek. Ugh.

So I grabbed a small scoop of food and spent the next half-hour trying to coax a darling little duck out of probably the best creek she’s ever swam in. Our creek is mostly overflow from multiple ponds up the road from us so it is hardly the kind of water humans would want to swim in. Not to mention that the cold, foggy weather was not really ideal for tromping around in water soaked earth, jumping across mossy rocks half emerged in ice water. Eventually I was able to herd the duck back up the hill to the coop where her drake promptly told her to “get her wet tail feathers back in the house, Trollup!” At least, that’s what I imagine he would have said in that breathy, hissing voice Muscovy ducks use.

In the end, I am shown once again how ridiculous farm animals make us look. It’s hard to hold on to your dignity and grace while spending a rainy morning in your pajama pants chasing a tiny duck around while she flaps and swims and dives in the water happily. And I doubt that will be the last time I am ever made to look silly around here. I don’t mind it, really. But it would be nice not to have to change clothes as soon as I waddle in my own front door.

4 thoughts on “Ducks are hard to catch…

  1. I can totally relate to your adventure! We have an assortment of fowl. Roosters, hens, Guineas, a female turkey and ducks. We have Crested drake (who is hilarious looking with that mop on his head), two Muscovy hens and a Pekin hen. Tux, the drake, rules over the coop. Even the giant roosters respect him! He constantly walks around quacking and trying to get things in order. If one of the roosters is mating with a hen, he runs over, scares away the rooster and takes over! We never realized that a duck would have sex with a chicken and a turkey. Watching him try is so amusing, especially with the turkey. He does succeed with the chickens on occasion!

    The Pekin was given to us by a friend that got it from a farm where she had been injured by a dog. We said we would take care of her. Well, when we opened the box she flew out and landed in the middle of our 1 acre pond in the backyard. My husband was in the hot tub (cold in the summer) and he jumped out naked and got in our peddle boat trying to coral the duck towards the edge of the pond. If that wasn’t a site to behold I don’t know what is! The duck was only slightly injured and was having a good old time leading the chase. Eventually he got her in an area where I could get her. We were all in hysterics the entire time.

    The ducks are positively our favorites out of all of them. They always keep us laughing!

  2. I am desperately eager to have some chickens and/or some ducks here. My other half is not cooperating at the moment 😦 but I would like some opinions on whether chickens are more entertaining than ducks, or vice versa. What do you say?

  3. I herd my ducks and geese with a long bamboo pole in each hand (like 10 ft long). They are light enough to carry & the birds don’t like them. After a while they get used to being directed by my long “arms” and now all I have to do is old my arms out wide sans bamboo poles and they will respond to a slight gesture of my hands to move one direction or the other. It’s kind of like directing an airplane ;).

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