Da' Cute and Cuddly Call Duck thread!

[JadeComputerGal]

And we have fluffy butts, as yet unnamed. Three hatched last night. We are expecting a few more to hatch but expect they are delayed.because it's winter here and that kind of thing happens. The silkie took the babies out so we've got Australorp mum sitting tight on the remaining eggs when the rest of the silkie timeline ones hatch we'll pull the fluffy butts and give them to the silkie she' adopts any baby any time she can get her wings on one.

I'm guessing silver or snowy


Grey

I'm thinking Blue Fawn

So sweet! I can hardly wait until we have more babies!

 

[chippysmom327]

Linny and her mommy

and one of her 'siblings'.

 

[JadeComputerGal]

Linny and her mommy

and one of her 'siblings'.

CM, I really do apologize for asking this, but I very rarely have time to keep up with all the posts in all these threads. You might have already mentioned this. The two on the left are chickens, right? Hatched by a chicken and the "sibling" is a chick?

 

[Amykins]

CM, I really do apologize for asking this, but I very rarely have time to keep up with all the posts in all these threads. You might have already mentioned this. The two on the left are chickens, right? Hatched by a chicken and the "sibling" is a chick?

It almost looks like a baby blackbird <3

 

[chippysmom327]

Linny and her mommy

and one of her 'siblings'.

CM, I really do apologize for asking this, but I very rarely have time to keep up with all the posts in all these threads. You might have already mentioned this. The two on the left are chickens, right? Hatched by a chicken and the "sibling" is a chick?

No need to apologize! Yes, the one on the very left is my black bantam cochin hen and the baby is a barnyard mix. I know, I know... Linny will grow up thinking she's a chicken. She was the only fertile egg, and I had to assist her hatch. After she hatched in my bator (I stole her egg from under mom to keep an eye on her) she imprinted on me. I didn't know until I put her under mom and I'd find her running around the yard alone. She kept running away to look for me. Then I brought her back inside and she was like an infant, I couldn't put her down or else she'd cry and cry. I was scrambling to find some ducklings but my friend who lives down the road just had a broody hatch 11 chicks and said they could give me some. So I had to do the hardest thing and just put her with the chicks and let her cry it out. It was so sad

I felt terrible. Eventually she quit crying and seemed to have bonded with the chicks. Then last night I put them all with my broody and this morning they were all following her and responding to her calls. So even if she grows up thinking she's a chicken, it's better than her being completely socially awkward.

 

[JadeComputerGal]

No need to apologize! Yes, the one on the very left is my black bantam cochin hen and the baby is a barnyard mix.

I know, I know... Linny will grow up thinking she's a chicken. She was the only fertile egg, and I had to assist her hatch. After she hatched in my bator (I stole her egg from under mom to keep an eye on her) she imprinted on me. I didn't know until I put her under mom and I'd find her running around the yard alone. She kept running away to look for me. Then I brought her back inside and she was like an infant, I couldn't put her down or else she'd cry and cry. I was scrambling to find some ducklings but my friend who lives down the road just had a broody hatch 11 chicks and said they could give me some. So I had to do the hardest thing and just put her with the chicks and let her cry it out. It was so sad

I felt terrible. Eventually she quit crying and seemed to have bonded with the chicks. Then last night I put them all with my broody and this morning they were all following her and responding to her calls. So even if she grows up thinking she's a chicken, it's better than her being completely socially awkward.

Ah, I see, and sorry you had to repeat that. I would really love to socialize more on here since all the people are so wonderful, but I rarely have time to do that. I think the last time I had the luxury of doing it was about 3 weeks ago when I was sick and in the bed and didn't feel like doing much otherwise that day/night. I usually look for the posts about someone having a problem and read the conversational posts as I can find the time.

That is an adorable picture. I don't know if your peep will think it's a chicken, but I had one when I was a child that partly thought it was a dog. I wrote a whole long saga about that on BYC a good while back.

 

[chippysmom327]

No need to apologize! Yes, the one on the very left is my black bantam cochin hen and the baby is a barnyard mix.


I know, I know... Linny will grow up thinking she's a chicken. She was the only fertile egg, and I had to assist her hatch. After she hatched in my bator (I stole her egg from under mom to keep an eye on her) she imprinted on me. I didn't know until I put her under mom and I'd find her running around the yard alone. She kept running away to look for me. Then I brought her back inside and she was like an infant, I couldn't put her down or else she'd cry and cry. I was scrambling to find some ducklings but my friend who lives down the road just had a broody hatch 11 chicks and said they could give me some. So I had to do the hardest thing and just put her with the chicks and let her cry it out. It was so sad

I felt terrible. Eventually she quit crying and seemed to have bonded with the chicks. Then last night I put them all with my broody and this morning they were all following her and responding to her calls. So even if she grows up thinking she's a chicken, it's better than her being completely socially awkward.

Ah, I see, and sorry you had to repeat that. I would really love to socialize more on here since all the people are so wonderful, but I rarely have time to do that. I think the last time I had the luxury of doing it was about 3 weeks ago when I was sick and in the bed and didn't feel like doing much otherwise that day/night. I usually look for the posts about someone having a problem and read the conversational posts as I can find the time.

That is an adorable picture. I don't know if your peep will think it's a chicken, but I had one when I was a child that partly thought it was a dog. I wrote a whole long saga about that on BYC a good while back.

No, please don't be sorry! We get it, life can seem to never slow down. I'd love to read the story if you have the link!

 

[JadeComputerGal]

No, please don't be sorry! We get it, life can seem to never slow down. I'd love to read the story if you have the link!

I'll take a look. I'll need to try to think what to search for since I don't remember exactly when I posted it.

Thanks again!

 

[JadeComputerGal]

No, please don't be sorry! We get it, life can seem to never slow down. I'd love to read the story if you have the link!

Here you go...

Reading your post made my day. It made me think back to my first duckling, one that my grandfather brought home for an Easter present when I was ten. I had no idea how to take care of a duck, and neither did he. He made the duckling a pen, put a water dish in it and some duckling feed, and that was it. From there, I was on my own. I think a lot of people who get their first duck(s) really don't know much about them, and it's a lot of fun to learn and to watch the antics of your very own first duck.

That duck became my best friend. He was a solitary duckling, so he imprinted and followed me everywhere like a puppy. He also followed the two dogs, and chihuahua and a toy poodle, everywhere like a puppy when I wasn't around, which they didn't appreciate. They ran from him and he'd run after them and nip their tails to try to get them to play, and they appreciated that even less. I don't think he ever made any duck noises after the first week. He barked like a dog because the dogs barked at him so much, and he even came to imitate something like a dog growling.

I wouldn't let him walk on rocks because I was afraid they'd hurt his feet, I stopped him from eating weeds because I thought they would poison him, I wouldn't let him walk up and down the steep hill in our backyard because I was afraid he'd go tumbling down and break his neck, on and on, yet I fed him horribly. Much of what I ate, he was welcome to eat as well if he liked it.

I usually ate on our back deck where I'd lie down on my stomach and read a book while I was eating. He ate right along with me, off the same dishes. He'd stick his bill in my cereal bowl and help me eat my coco krispies, froot loops, apple jacks, whatever. He'd eat the creamed peas and creamed corn off my dinner plate, which I appreciated since I hated both and my grandmother was none the wiser. He'd nibble on my cornbread, salmon croquettes, fried fish filets, pick the celery out of the potato salad, snatch the lettuce and tomatos off my cheeseburgers and tacos, and he loved my grandmothers apple pie.

Needless to say, this was all a terrible idea, but I didn't know any better. It's a wonder he even lived. Then it all came to a head one night when I had a big bowl of chili that I wasn't letting him eat, and I went back in the house to get some more milk. I came back out less than a minute later and he was sitting in my bowl of chili eating it as fast as he could get it down. I started screaming because I was afraid chili would kill him (she made chili really hot) and my grandmother ran outside and saw what had happened and scooped him out of my bowl and ran to the kitchen sink with him. He still had a chili bean clenched in his bill when she sat him down in the sink. It took us hours to get most of the chili out of his feathers, and he had an orange tint for two weeks afterward.

Man, those were really the days.

 

[chippysmom327]

No, please don't be sorry! We get it, life can seem to never slow down. I'd love to read the story if you have the link!

Here you go...


Reading your post made my day. It made me think back to my first duckling, one that my grandfather brought home for an Easter present when I was ten. I had no idea how to take care of a duck, and neither did he. He made the duckling a pen, put a water dish in it and some duckling feed, and that was it. From there, I was on my own. I think a lot of people who get their first duck(s) really don't know much about them, and it's a lot of fun to learn and to watch the antics of your very own first duck.

That duck became my best friend. He was a solitary duckling, so he imprinted and followed me everywhere like a puppy. He also followed the two dogs, and chihuahua and a toy poodle, everywhere like a puppy when I wasn't around, which they didn't appreciate. They ran from him and he'd run after them and nip their tails to try to get them to play, and they appreciated that even less. I don't think he ever made any duck noises after the first week. He barked like a dog because the dogs barked at him so much, and he even came to imitate something like a dog growling.

I wouldn't let him walk on rocks because I was afraid they'd hurt his feet, I stopped him from eating weeds because I thought they would poison him, I wouldn't let him walk up and down the steep hill in our backyard because I was afraid he'd go tumbling down and break his neck, on and on, yet I fed him horribly. Much of what I ate, he was welcome to eat as well if he liked it.

I usually ate on our back deck where I'd lie down on my stomach and read a book while I was eating. He ate right along with me, off the same dishes. He'd stick his bill in my cereal bowl and help me eat my coco krispies, froot loops, apple jacks, whatever. He'd eat the creamed peas and creamed corn off my dinner plate, which I appreciated since I hated both and my grandmother was none the wiser. He'd nibble on my cornbread, salmon croquettes, fried fish filets, pick the celery out of the potato salad, snatch the lettuce and tomatos off my cheeseburgers and tacos, and he loved my grandmothers apple pie.

Needless to say, this was all a terrible idea, but I didn't know any better. It's a wonder he even lived. Then it all came to a head one night when I had a big bowl of chili that I wasn't letting him eat, and I went back in the house to get some more milk. I came back out less than a minute later and he was sitting in my bowl of chili eating it as fast as he could get it down. I started screaming because I was afraid chili would kill him (she made chili really hot) and my grandmother ran outside and saw what had happened and scooped him out of my bowl and ran to the kitchen sink with him. He still had a chili bean clenched in his bill when she sat him down in the sink. It took us hours to get most of the chili out of his feathers, and he had an orange tint for two weeks afterward.

Man, those were really the days.

That was hilarious!!!! I laughed so hard!