So I go to my sister's house for the weekend so that we can attend the New England Poultry Congress together and low and behold I buy a pair of call ducks. They were so cute! For $20 I got them. They looked a bit stressed in their cage at the show and I felt bad. They were the last ones. Back at my sister's house, I fill the tub a few inches and they go crazy dunking and dipping over and over again. They looked so much cleaner and perkier! It seemed they were actually blowing their noses in the water. They'd put their beaks in the water and blow bubbles with their beaks closed. I'm guessing they had dust in their nostrils. After about 20-30 minutes, I put them in a large cat carrier that my sister has. My sister put shavings in for me and I gave them fresh water and some food. They are resting comfortably now, clean and at peace. I can't wait to get them home. They will live in my large chick brooder until I get them a house built. Oh, by the by, I named them Daisy and Donald. Isn't that original?