*~*Runner Duck Club*~*

I got my first runners yesterday. The duck is almost solid blue, her name is Scarlett. The black drake doesn’t have a name yet, as well as the fawn and white drake. I plan on getting some more ducks, and maybe one day get some show quality blacks and mallard coloured runners.

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Beautiful birds! The one drake is not fawn and white, although the placement of his markings are correct, they are not colored fawn/buff, but more blue as far as I can see. Congrats on your runners @Quacking Pigeon!
 
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Since Runner ducks stand tall like they are stretching.
 
Beautiful birds! The one drake is not fawn and white, although the placement of his markings are correct, they are not colored fawn/buff, but more blue as far as I can see. Congrats on your runners @Quacking Pigeon!
Yeah I know he isn’t the right colours. He has more of a Mallards grey feathers instead of blue like the duck. Well except for his tail that’s blue. And thank you!

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I used terrible English in that... sorry if it makes no sense.
 
A two generation story... What a coincidence!!!
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Cinnamon (on the left). Cast Iron (on the right)

Last year, I lost my very favorite trout Indian Runner duck, Cinnamon, pictured on the left. I was devastated. I had only two sons by her. Neither looked a bit like her. Well, I had to try something, because I wanted so much to once again have a duck with those beautiful white head stripes and that beautiful white neck!!!

BUT... I only had a dusky girl and a penciled runner girl among my Indian Runners. Would friendship count in place of genetics? I chose Cinnamon's best friend, Rose (pictured below), and I mated her to Cinnamon's all-white son (by a dusky dad).

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One day a Welsh Harlequin boy jumped the fence to the pen with Rose and Cinnamon's son, but luckily I caught him before anything happened.

I incubated five of Rose's eggs. Three babies stood tall and were obviously by Cinnamon's son. But - oh no - these tall babies did not have head stripes!

There were two babies with head stripes. They were much rounder and less tall, but ... I was happy and called them the Cinnamon twins.

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Eventually, I resigned myself to what was increasingly obvious - Cinnamon's son was NOT their dad. They were sired by the Welsh Harlequin who had jumped the fence. The "Cinnamon" twins did not have a single drop of Cinnamon blood in them. Their head stripes had brown in them, they rarely stood tall, and they really didn't look like Cinnamon. But they were cute.

This spring I mated one of the "Cinnamon" twins with Cloud, whose parents were a trout Runner (no white neck, small head stripes) and a Welsh Harlequin girl.

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Imagine my amazement when a single duckling out of the nine was a near perfect Cinnamon look-alike!!! The photo of Cast Iron is on the right at the start of this post, and below.

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So yes, sometimes there is a miracle and friendship can win over genetics in spite of all odds. Cinnamon's best friend Rose did produce, in the second generation, a near-perfect Cinnamon look-alike. All without a drop of actual Cinnamon genetics in her!

P.S. Her name is Cast Iron because she was accidentally stepped on heavily as a small duckling. Again miraculously, she was back to normal within two days.
 
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