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I knew posting my bird count would lead to more ducklings. Shirley finally hatched a few of her own.
I'm curious to see if she can hang on to them. Annie's clutch all went bad; I don't know what is up with that girl, because she can't seem to sit on eggs without them rotting. But as soon as she heard the cheeps of everyone else's ducklings she switched to mama mode, and as of today Annie has successfully stolen the ducklings of all her fellow muscovy hens.
Where she goes, ducklings follow, giving no thought at all to the hens who spent so much time and effort hatching them out. Children, amirite?
though there is something to be said for freedom. Genghis here doesn't seem overly concerned that her hatchlings have chosen a different hen, but she is very concerned that I approached her without treats. She can forgive an ungrateful offspring, but a human without grubs? Unforgivable!
The ducklings grow fast! They're already at the age that I can tell the males from the females, and it looks like this year heavily favored males! I'm always thrilled when that happens.
Two males hanging out . . .
. . . and a dainty female enjoying a stretched out foot. It's the poultry equivalent of throwing the sheets off your legs.
I was going to try to take a picture a day of one of them starting with hatch day, but I forgot. A project for next year?
A guinea is sitting on eggs in the goose coop, and a different one from last year. My favorite guineas are the white ones, so I'm relieved whenever I see a white hen that's decided to brood in safety.
Klaus and Remus are always going at it through the fence. It cracks me up to watch even as I thank goodness for the fence. Without that barrier, the fighting between them is a scary thing. I've no idea why these two decided to be mortal enemies.
I'm curious to see if she can hang on to them. Annie's clutch all went bad; I don't know what is up with that girl, because she can't seem to sit on eggs without them rotting. But as soon as she heard the cheeps of everyone else's ducklings she switched to mama mode, and as of today Annie has successfully stolen the ducklings of all her fellow muscovy hens.
Where she goes, ducklings follow, giving no thought at all to the hens who spent so much time and effort hatching them out. Children, amirite?
though there is something to be said for freedom. Genghis here doesn't seem overly concerned that her hatchlings have chosen a different hen, but she is very concerned that I approached her without treats. She can forgive an ungrateful offspring, but a human without grubs? Unforgivable!
The ducklings grow fast! They're already at the age that I can tell the males from the females, and it looks like this year heavily favored males! I'm always thrilled when that happens.
Two males hanging out . . .
. . . and a dainty female enjoying a stretched out foot. It's the poultry equivalent of throwing the sheets off your legs.
I was going to try to take a picture a day of one of them starting with hatch day, but I forgot. A project for next year?
A guinea is sitting on eggs in the goose coop, and a different one from last year. My favorite guineas are the white ones, so I'm relieved whenever I see a white hen that's decided to brood in safety.
Klaus and Remus are always going at it through the fence. It cracks me up to watch even as I thank goodness for the fence. Without that barrier, the fighting between them is a scary thing. I've no idea why these two decided to be mortal enemies.
