As many of you know, I have an american alligator named Duchess. I just thought I'd post a little background about her, for those of you who'd like to read about it. Duchess came to me from an alligator farm. It was late december, and I wanted to do something good. Not sure why...but I looked the enclosure and decided that I didn't need a mate for The Prince (who was still alive at the time, The Prince was a nile crocodile). Instead, I could rescue an alligator from becoming a purse! She came to me malnourished, extremely stressed, and covered in filth. The man who owned the alligator farm didn't want to sell her to me alive. He kept asking what I wanted the skin made into. But eventually, I got him to drive her over. Her parasite load was heavy, and she was absolutely miserable. Well, nowadays, she's almost friendly. almost. remember she's an alligator, lol. She doesn't like ducks swimming in her water, and she'll come up from underneath them to scare them off. If she's about to be fed, she'll sometimes take them under the water for a snack while I'm getting the chickens ready.