- Jan 27, 2013
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Hello-I live in North Alabama. I stumbled across BYC when I was looking for information on how to care for the two baby ducklings that came home with us from the fair last fall. We had gotten there late on the final day and most of the animal exhibitors had already packed up and headed home. There was one lonely cage left that contained two little black and gold balls of fluff. My sons fell in love and argued (convincingly) that they were all alone and needed someone to take care of them. And since they were the last two, we just HAD to get both so they wouldn't get lonely. Seeing as most everything had already gone, our two new family members were handed over to me in a mesh onion sack that looked like it been run over by a lawn mower. So here I am trying to wrangle a wiggly 2 year old, a bouncy 8 year old, and a to-cool-to-walk-with-mom 12 year old back to the car, all while juggling a hole-y sack of ducks with feet, feathers, wings, and bills poking out everywhere. We all made it home safely (and miraculously clean!!) and introduced them to their new home. Which happened to be my father's prized pond garden, enclosed with a white picket fence to keep the dogs from digging up meticulously tended flowers. Because they were black and gold and we are huge Saints fans, my 12 year old named our ducklings Drew and Brees. I wouldn't have bet a quarter that they would have survived a month, but here we are, 6 months later. Our beautiful pond garden is now a duckyard. The carefully tended flowers have been nibbled to nubs. But Drew & Brees have blossomed into gorgeous, healthy, happy (okay-spoiled rotten) 'Scovies that we now couldn't imagine life without. Now-if only we could convince them that they are ducks..........
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Brees(left) & Drew(right)
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Brees(left) & Drew(right)
