Captain Morgan and his half-Brahma son/nephew (can't tell which) evidently decided to have a tiff yesterday, as they're both sporting bloodied combs, are muddied, and each is moseying around with one eye shut. Argh. Of course I can't catch them in the run to get a good look, so I'll wait until the rain starts and drives them into the coop, and then catch them, rinse them off with saline eyewash, and evaluate the situation. Stupid blasted roosters. It looks like it was a dominance thing, as the Captain is well-armed and could have easily killed the kid.
The baby duckehs are agents of the happy right now - they're so cute! These are more laid-back than the Rouen ducklings were. Only one of them goes buggy when I hold it - the others settle down immediately and begin nibbling my fingers or hair while making soft, contented little peeps.