Hi, my name is Quackwacker (because I assumed āthe crazy duck ladyā was already taken), and I am a duck addicted. I stoped counting and believe I am close to 30 ducks now. It all started with a mallard pond duck whose mother and clutchlings were brutally murdered in front of my husband and children on their way home during rush hour traffic while the mama was leading them across the busiest street in town.

My husband remembered I had always had a fondness for ducks and wanted them forever. We lived in a 900 sq foot duplex at the time. He didnāt know what to do with orphaned duck so he brought him home to me. Knowing that duckies canāt be lonely we quickly went to the feed store and found someone selling Cayuga hatchlings we bought two. Moved to some property and discovered Muscovy ducks. We bought 4. Then I learned about khaki cambells and golden 300s and Pekins. Donāt forget the blue Swedish. Like I said, I lost count. I am obsessed with call ducks and have none yet. Thatās my next project.
Thereās no cure is there?