Duck math is just as real as chicken math.
All I wanted was three ducklings. I went to a runner duck breeder and came home with ... four ducklings. No problem. I had room. As they grew, three of the four were -- of course -- drakes. I had to get more ducks.
Breeder had two girls that would have been about the right age. By the time I got there, one had been killed by a predator. So, now there were three drakes and two hens. Still not good. I waited for more runner hens to mature enough that they could handle the drakes. Two more girls. But mine were
Really frisky drakes.
Okay, three more ducklings. This time, I asked for SEXED ducklings. Of course, nothing is foolproof; two of the three were hens. Breeder offered to replace new drake with a hen. But, the little drake just decided to tell the other boys that his two girls were his, all his. And that's how I ended up with two sub-flocks that share a run, free range whenever possible together and spend their nights in two separate shelters.
My new motto: the more ducks, the better!
All I wanted was three ducklings. I went to a runner duck breeder and came home with ... four ducklings. No problem. I had room. As they grew, three of the four were -- of course -- drakes. I had to get more ducks.
Breeder had two girls that would have been about the right age. By the time I got there, one had been killed by a predator. So, now there were three drakes and two hens. Still not good. I waited for more runner hens to mature enough that they could handle the drakes. Two more girls. But mine were
Really frisky drakes.
Okay, three more ducklings. This time, I asked for SEXED ducklings. Of course, nothing is foolproof; two of the three were hens. Breeder offered to replace new drake with a hen. But, the little drake just decided to tell the other boys that his two girls were his, all his. And that's how I ended up with two sub-flocks that share a run, free range whenever possible together and spend their nights in two separate shelters.
My new motto: the more ducks, the better!