Friday, 18 January 2013
And then the Ducks arrived.
Anyway, a friend of my sons breeds ducks and he had a drake that was starting to fight and needed a new home. Seemed like a good idea to get a duck, so armed with a cardboard box I went off to get him. That's him above with Gladys and Flo. He wasn't a year old then and has coloured up a lot since that photo. He was named 'Duck Norris', I know it's a terrible name but it's stuck. He followed the chickens into the covered run but preferred to sleep outside on some hay that I put in there for him. The chickens wouldn't go past him, so he had to be first out in the morning. Never having seen water bigger than a paddling pool, the pond was an experience for him, especially when Keith picked him up and gently threw him in! At last he found his true paddling legs, he could wash and splash to his hearts delight.
We bought a large dog kennel for him to sleep in and made a covered run from two metal goal posts screwed together and covered in chicken wire. Flo would often keep him company at night.
We thought he might be lonely and there was an auction of waterfowl locally so off we went, trusty cardboard box in the back of the car.