Originally Posted by deannamil
My Cauyagas are 21 weeks old.
Last night in Riverton Utah it got down to 43 degrees.
My duck babies have a coop to sleep in but at 11pm, 215am and 4am they were sleeping in the pond.
I guess I just need to stay in bed and not worry about them
But I want to (no not really) cover them with a blanket.
Brrr I was freezing.
When it is cold enough we plan to not have water IN the pond.
They seem fine just someone tell me they are ok or crazy?
Well, I'm not sure at this point which is more important..the welcome to BYC or welcome to the "my ducks don't do what I'd do in their situation" club. Maybe it's the same thing, so welcome to both!
We have a similar setup with a pen/coops/big pond in the pen. Here is my experience, in case it helps...
Me: <Peering out the door> The ducks are cold.
Hubby: They'll go somewhere else if they get cold.
Me: I'm not sure if they know to go there.
Hubby: Well, they know to go there to lay their eggs, and the drakes go there to see what's going on, so they know to go there.
Me: Well, yes, but that's for laying eggs. Maybe they don't know to go there if they're cold.
Hubby: Whatever. Go show them. I'm going to go look for the last tool I misplaced. I'll check on you later.
Me: <In the pen telling ducks to go in one of the coops and ducks looking among themselves.>
Me: <Telling the ducks a little more forcefully to go in a coop. Ducks looking at me and among themselves because they don't understand what I want.>
Me: <Shooing ducks into one coop or another, and the ducks not understanding what they did wrong.>
Me: <Falling in the duck pond because of ice while I was trying to shoo the ducks out of the pond.> That has only happened once, but it was uncomfortable. I'm more cautious now.
Hubby: Why are you in the duck pond when you didn't even want them in it?
Me: #&^%$%^$@*#$. DID YOU FIND THE TOOL YOU WERE LOOKING FOR???
Hubby: Not yet. I was just coming to check on you. Looks like you've got it under control.
Ducks: <Crowding into the doors and windows of the coops wondering what's wrong with me.>
Ducks: <Staring suspiciously at me from the doors and windows of the coops wondering if I'm going away anytime soon.>
Me: <Going to take a hot shower because I just fell into 42 degree water.>
Ducks: <Back in their pond and looking at me when I go back out to check on them wondering if I'm going to have another irrational episode.>
Me (to hubby): I think I'll just leave it up to them.
Hubby: Good idea. Can you help me find my wrench?