I awoke yet another morning to "Whonnnnnk!" 5:40Am and its getting light out. I open my drapes and see inside their coop my two 11&1/2 week old ganders are already standing at the door with their duck gal pals right behind them... they know they don't get out until 7am, per the noise ordinances...they like to make a fuss for a bit in the morning, so I save it for after the clock strikes 7am. My small flock resides in my small backyard, they have a pretty nice life with a decent setup, but I never planned on keeping these ganders from the get-go--once I found out that they were ganders--stupid straight run! I have had a good home lined up for a month now, hoping to see them fully mature first. This morning has been the about the 15th time I have awoken to the Whonk noise before 7am, and its not like they are silent the rest of the day either... they just made up my mind for me that today is the day the begin their new lives somewhere else. I called my Mom, had her re-confirm their invitation to a really awesome urban farm in the Back Bay area of Newport Beach, California---there is actually a 2 acre farm down there amongst the yuppies believe it or not---WITH ROOSTERS too! And I went out and herded the geese away from the ducks who are pretty inseperable...so sad... Right now they await the "come on down" call from the costa mesa farm...and they are temporarily residing on the side of my house isolated from their duck sisters with some food and water...and COMPLETELY SILENT. The ducks have been depressed since this morning when I took the geese away, they have holed up under their raised coop and aren't frolicking like usual. I just folded all the laundry while watching a sad movie and now I just feel awful about doing this to my geese and ducks.... they grew up together, the geese are the ducks' protectors...and bullies most of the time... I just hate to see my ducks looking so down. I know the geese will really go nuts at their new home...but I'll miss them too! I'mm so used to them! Is how I'm feeling because of that stupid sad movie I just watched during laundry or should I really be feeling guilty breaking up my little family unit? Will my ducks recover?