Well, I finally sold 4 of my 14 ducks this past weekend. I thought I would be, well, not exactly happy about it, but at least pleased. I'm NOT. I sold them to a guy I work with, and he has lots of animals that he raises for meat, and/or eggs. I know the ducks won't be neglected or abused, but he thinks of his animals (except for his English mastiffs) in a utilitarian sense, not as pets. My ducks have been raised as pets, and had a very large pen to raom about daily with the chickens and goats, with their own wading pool. I'm sure my co-worker is not going to set up a pool for the ones he bought from me.
He wanted them only for eggs, and said he wasn't planning on butchering the drakes either, so at least I don't have to worry about that. I tried not to get too attached to the ducklings I knew I was going to have to sell, but now I'm finding myself missing them. I realise that some will think me an emotional female, but if that's my only crime, I'm doing well. I actually thought of asking the guy if I could buy them back, which would be ridiculous, as I don't have space for 14 ducks----their nighttime enclosure is only big enough for eating and drinking, and they have a huge house to sleep in. Anyway, thanks for letting me get this off my chest. The ducks I sold were a pair of khaki campbells, and a pair of black runners.
