My Love Affair With Ducks...

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So this past Friday morning I did something some of you are gonna hate me for. I kinda have been contemplating this for a while, but 15 chicks in my spare bedroom convinced me.

I sold my ducks.

There, I said it. I’m sorry if you can’t read it, but it’s there - in gray. Part of me hates it and part of me doesn’t. I sold them to a teenage boy from Flat Rock, AL. He had several others and was so happy to get my “tame” ones. I sent him a message Saturday afternoon asking him how they did Friday night and Saturday morning and his reply was, “They are loving the pond!” That made me happy to hear because I know without a doubt they were loving it.

I feel like a dang hypocrite when I say ‘they weren’t what I expected.’ I mean, you don’t just get rid of an animal because it isn’t what you expected and I’ve never done that…before Friday, that is. I wanted sweet loving pets. I wanted all girls, not a charismatic, serial rapist. RalphieDux had started getting worse, much worse, and he absolutely would not leave Peaches alone (I think that’s why she began staying on the nest all the time.) And he mercilessly (and literally) chased my chickens all over the yard. He didn’t just run them off, he would run them down, and grab hold and not let go.

With all those troubles and the fact I made NO money from their eggs, they were 100% an expense and, at times, a true pain in the butt. I mean, at least my chickens put themselves to bed at a decent hour, but them, oh no, they were all night party animals. I would have to call them every night to go up. At least they came as soon as they heard me.

With all that being said, I do miss them. I miss the splashing and playing they did in their pool, the bulldozing they did through the yard with their bills buried underneath the surface of the grass, I miss seeing them all asleep under the shade of a tree, I miss seeing them run and waddle all in a line back and forth across the yard.

But in the end, they probably are happier now with a big old pond with no chickens to intrude on them and don’t miss me one bit, so I’ll call it even.
 
Mimi13 said:
So this past Friday morning I did something some of you are gonna hate me for. I kinda have been contemplating this for a while, but 15 chicks in my spare bedroom convinced me.

I sold my ducks.

There, I said it. I’m sorry if you can’t read it, but it’s there - in gray. Part of me hates it and part of me doesn’t. I sold them to a teenage boy from Flat Rock, AL. He had several others and was so happy to get my “tame” ones. I sent him a message Saturday afternoon asking him how they did Friday night and Saturday morning and his reply was, “They are loving the pond!” That made me happy to hear because I know without a doubt they were loving it.

I feel like a dang hypocrite when I say ‘they weren’t what I expected.’ I mean, you don’t just get rid of an animal because it isn’t what you expected and I’ve never done that…before Friday, that is. I wanted sweet loving pets. I wanted all girls, not a charismatic, serial rapist. RalphieDux had started getting worse, much worse, and he absolutely would not leave Peaches alone (I think that’s why she began staying on the nest all the time.) And he mercilessly (and literally) chased my chickens all over the yard. He didn’t just run them off, he would run them down, and grab hold and not let go.

With all those troubles and the fact I made NO money from their eggs, they were 100% an expense and, at times, a true pain in the butt. I mean, at least my chickens put themselves to bed at a decent hour, but them, oh no, they were all night party animals. I would have to call them every night to go up. At least they came as soon as they heard me.

With all that being said, I do miss them. I miss the splashing and playing they did in their pool, the bulldozing they did through the yard with their bills buried underneath the surface of the grass, I miss seeing them all asleep under the shade of a tree, I miss seeing them run and waddle all in a line back and forth across the yard.

But in the end, they probably are happier now with a big old pond with no chickens to intrude on them and don’t miss me one bit, so I’ll call it even.
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Could never hate ya Mimi!
Tiny terrorists aren't for everyone. :hugs
 
Mimi13 said:
So this past Friday morning I did something some of you are gonna hate me for. I kinda have been contemplating this for a while, but 15 chicks in my spare bedroom convinced me.

I sold my ducks.

There, I said it. I’m sorry if you can’t read it, but it’s there - in gray. Part of me hates it and part of me doesn’t. I sold them to a teenage boy from Flat Rock, AL. He had several others and was so happy to get my “tame” ones. I sent him a message Saturday afternoon asking him how they did Friday night and Saturday morning and his reply was, “They are loving the pond!” That made me happy to hear because I know without a doubt they were loving it.

I feel like a dang hypocrite when I say ‘they weren’t what I expected.’ I mean, you don’t just get rid of an animal because it isn’t what you expected and I’ve never done that…before Friday, that is. I wanted sweet loving pets. I wanted all girls, not a charismatic, serial rapist. RalphieDux had started getting worse, much worse, and he absolutely would not leave Peaches alone (I think that’s why she began staying on the nest all the time.) And he mercilessly (and literally) chased my chickens all over the yard. He didn’t just run them off, he would run them down, and grab hold and not let go.

With all those troubles and the fact I made NO money from their eggs, they were 100% an expense and, at times, a true pain in the butt. I mean, at least my chickens put themselves to bed at a decent hour, but them, oh no, they were all night party animals. I would have to call them every night to go up. At least they came as soon as they heard me.

With all that being said, I do miss them. I miss the splashing and playing they did in their pool, the bulldozing they did through the yard with their bills buried underneath the surface of the grass, I miss seeing them all asleep under the shade of a tree, I miss seeing them run and waddle all in a line back and forth across the yard.

But in the end, they probably are happier now with a big old pond with no chickens to intrude on them and don’t miss me one bit, so I’ll call it even.
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I totally understand! I had to get rid of a pair of geese this year because the male was insane. Anyway, what breed of ducks did you have?
 
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