Strange duck behaviour..

[KaleIAm]

I've had 6 female ducks. They have all been very sexual and "mated" with each other. They even made stacks of 3. Always by water though. Now that they are older (4.5-7) they are a less frantic about it. Sometimes they talk about having sex and get excited but then don't do it.

It doesn't surprise me that your duck decided to try it out with your daughter. Ah, ducks. So amusing.

 

[Royaly Ducked]

Im definitely not Tarzan. I hatched 6 ducklings this week for a friend, and have a pair of call ducklings of my own inside, a week old, and I’m already ready to throw them outside. Thank goodness she is picking up the 6 big ones today.


And although we feel like they miss each other, I think they may recognize when some are gone, but they get over it pretty quickly. I’ve sold many ducks, separated pairs or trios, lost ones to predators, etc and I always hate it. But the ones that remain seem to recover easier than I always expect. We have to do what’s best for the flock.

Another consideration... most ducks have times when... we’ll, when they are hornier than usual. As long as they get along and aren’t too sex crazed, you could keep them together. But separate them at the times when they go nutty.

We had the ducks inside until they were full grown. ... They still come inside for storms.


The other day we had a doozy of a storm.. Sideways rain, thunder.. lightning .. it was very very frighting.

Anyway I was out of the house when the storm hit.. I made my husband drop me off at home, alone, while he went to get the kids (we were at a band competition.. er.. football game)

Anyway --- I ran to the back door... in a panic... as the windows filtered bursts of light through and made the hair on my arms raise. . . .

So I open the door - Fish and Chips (who are 6 months old and know they go in during storms) come flying in the door without provocation.

Cheese and Quackers (3 months old) don't have a lot of experience with storms. So they were terrified and not ready to be picked up. I ran around the yard, trying to corner them so I could pick them up and take them into the relative safety of the house. . . Finally, after many minutes, tears streaming down my face as I am also terrified of storms, I finally get the ducks... my back door is wide open, silhouetted in the kitchen light is my four dogs (one a service dog) and .... 2 ducks. they are watching my struggle.

I make it about ten feet from the back door when lightning hit something close enough to me that the BOOM happened at the same time as the light.. I screamed, tripped on a puddle of icy rain water and went down, holding two terrified ducks like a football.

I went down hard - I felt so many pops that I probably could have been convinced I fell on bubble wrap.

I threw the ducks towards the door, with frantic flaps, they made it in the kitchen. I am laying in the grass, the rain shrinking my already skinny jeans to my body. I can't bend my leg.

I have done some kind of damage and the tight jeans coupled with the swelling.. I couldn't move my leg. In my infinite wisdom I blamed the Jeans. So, with great effort, I took off my pants, my bare tuckus glowing around my underwear. (Mind you .. I am a subset of white girl that could measure her white butt in Lumens... )

So.. I throw my jeans towards the house, my dog takes them and puts them in my laundry.. (Service dog that would rather make sure your pants are put away but will leave you naked and shivering in the yard... yeah.. no extra biscuits for him.)

Anyway, as I am slithering towards the house, my other dog shuts the door. Now.. I can't see what's going on inside my house..

I change course and slither toward the lawn furniture because I need to stand up to get in the door now.

Legit - It took me like maybe 5 minutes to get inside. However I was not prepared for the Sh*tstorm that was my whole danged house once I did get inside.

The ducks pooped themselves so violently, there was literal poop on the glass from the family pictures hanging in the hallway. They had to have pooped and ran like reverse Pacmen around my house, delivering the maximum amount of poop to webbed foot splatter possible.

Not to be outdone, my 2 little dogs decided to add their feces to the fray.

All I could do was sit on my couch and cry.. which is how my family found me.... Sitting half naked, soaked to the gills, surrounded by Sh*tnado.

Having ducks inside.. will never be an option for me..

 

[shawluvsbirds]

We had the ducks inside until they were full grown. ... They still come inside for storms.


The other day we had a doozy of a storm.. Sideways rain, thunder.. lightning .. it was very very frighting.

Anyway I was out of the house when the storm hit.. I made my husband drop me off at home, alone, while he went to get the kids (we were at a band competition.. er.. football game)

Anyway --- I ran to the back door... in a panic... as the windows filtered bursts of light through and made the hair on my arms raise. . . .

So I open the door - Fish and Chips (who are 6 months old and know they go in during storms) come flying in the door without provocation.

Cheese and Quackers (3 months old) don't have a lot of experience with storms. So they were terrified and not ready to be picked up. I ran around the yard, trying to corner them so I could pick them up and take them into the relative safety of the house. . . Finally, after many minutes, tears streaming down my face as I am also terrified of storms, I finally get the ducks... my back door is wide open, silhouetted in the kitchen light is my four dogs (one a service dog) and .... 2 ducks. they are watching my struggle.

I make it about ten feet from the back door when lightning hit something close enough to me that the BOOM happened at the same time as the light.. I screamed, tripped on a puddle of icy rain water and went down, holding two terrified ducks like a football.

I went down hard - I felt so many pops that I probably could have been convinced I fell on bubble wrap.

I threw the ducks towards the door, with frantic flaps, they made it in the kitchen. I am laying in the grass, the rain shrinking my already skinny jeans to my body. I can't bend my leg.

I have done some kind of damage and the tight jeans coupled with the swelling.. I couldn't move my leg. In my infinite wisdom I blamed the Jeans. So, with great effort, I took off my pants, my bare tuckus glowing around my underwear. (Mind you .. I am a subset of white girl that could measure her white butt in Lumens... )

So.. I throw my jeans towards the house, my dog takes them and puts them in my laundry.. (Service dog that would rather make sure your pants are put away but will leave you naked and shivering in the yard... yeah.. no extra biscuits for him.)

Anyway, as I am slithering towards the house, my other dog shuts the door. Now.. I can't see what's going on inside my house..

I change course and slither toward the lawn furniture because I need to stand up to get in the door now.

Legit - It took me like maybe 5 minutes to get inside. However I was not prepared for the Sh*tstorm that was my whole danged house once I did get inside.

The ducks pooped themselves so violently, there was literal poop on the glass from the family pictures hanging in the hallway. They had to have pooped and ran like reverse Pacmen around my house, delivering the maximum amount of poop to webbed foot splatter possible.

Not to be outdone, my 2 little dogs decided to add their feces to the fray.

All I could do was sit on my couch and cry.. which is how my family found me.... Sitting half naked, soaked to the gills, surrounded by Sh*tnado.

Having ducks inside.. will never be an option for me..

Not cool. . .but OMG

how is your leg now?

 

[Royaly Ducked]

oh it was spranged but.. I am fine now =)

 

[Kiki]

We had the ducks inside until they were full grown. ... They still come inside for storms.


The other day we had a doozy of a storm.. Sideways rain, thunder.. lightning .. it was very very frighting.

Anyway I was out of the house when the storm hit.. I made my husband drop me off at home, alone, while he went to get the kids (we were at a band competition.. er.. football game)

Anyway --- I ran to the back door... in a panic... as the windows filtered bursts of light through and made the hair on my arms raise. . . .

So I open the door - Fish and Chips (who are 6 months old and know they go in during storms) come flying in the door without provocation.

Cheese and Quackers (3 months old) don't have a lot of experience with storms. So they were terrified and not ready to be picked up. I ran around the yard, trying to corner them so I could pick them up and take them into the relative safety of the house. . . Finally, after many minutes, tears streaming down my face as I am also terrified of storms, I finally get the ducks... my back door is wide open, silhouetted in the kitchen light is my four dogs (one a service dog) and .... 2 ducks. they are watching my struggle.

I make it about ten feet from the back door when lightning hit something close enough to me that the BOOM happened at the same time as the light.. I screamed, tripped on a puddle of icy rain water and went down, holding two terrified ducks like a football.

I went down hard - I felt so many pops that I probably could have been convinced I fell on bubble wrap.

I threw the ducks towards the door, with frantic flaps, they made it in the kitchen. I am laying in the grass, the rain shrinking my already skinny jeans to my body. I can't bend my leg.

I have done some kind of damage and the tight jeans coupled with the swelling.. I couldn't move my leg. In my infinite wisdom I blamed the Jeans. So, with great effort, I took off my pants, my bare tuckus glowing around my underwear. (Mind you .. I am a subset of white girl that could measure her white butt in Lumens... )

So.. I throw my jeans towards the house, my dog takes them and puts them in my laundry.. (Service dog that would rather make sure your pants are put away but will leave you naked and shivering in the yard... yeah.. no extra biscuits for him.)

Anyway, as I am slithering towards the house, my other dog shuts the door. Now.. I can't see what's going on inside my house..

I change course and slither toward the lawn furniture because I need to stand up to get in the door now.

Legit - It took me like maybe 5 minutes to get inside. However I was not prepared for the Sh*tstorm that was my whole danged house once I did get inside.

The ducks pooped themselves so violently, there was literal poop on the glass from the family pictures hanging in the hallway. They had to have pooped and ran like reverse Pacmen around my house, delivering the maximum amount of poop to webbed foot splatter possible.

Not to be outdone, my 2 little dogs decided to add their feces to the fray.

All I could do was sit on my couch and cry.. which is how my family found me.... Sitting half naked, soaked to the gills, surrounded by Sh*tnado.

Having ducks inside.. will never be an option for me..

I'm so sorry.



Please telle you have a maid coming to help you.

 

[room onthebroom]

We had the ducks inside until they were full grown. ... They still come inside for storms.


The other day we had a doozy of a storm.. Sideways rain, thunder.. lightning .. it was very very frighting.

Anyway I was out of the house when the storm hit.. I made my husband drop me off at home, alone, while he went to get the kids (we were at a band competition.. er.. football game)

Anyway --- I ran to the back door... in a panic... as the windows filtered bursts of light through and made the hair on my arms raise. . . .

So I open the door - Fish and Chips (who are 6 months old and know they go in during storms) come flying in the door without provocation.

Cheese and Quackers (3 months old) don't have a lot of experience with storms. So they were terrified and not ready to be picked up. I ran around the yard, trying to corner them so I could pick them up and take them into the relative safety of the house. . . Finally, after many minutes, tears streaming down my face as I am also terrified of storms, I finally get the ducks... my back door is wide open, silhouetted in the kitchen light is my four dogs (one a service dog) and .... 2 ducks. they are watching my struggle.

I make it about ten feet from the back door when lightning hit something close enough to me that the BOOM happened at the same time as the light.. I screamed, tripped on a puddle of icy rain water and went down, holding two terrified ducks like a football.

I went down hard - I felt so many pops that I probably could have been convinced I fell on bubble wrap.

I threw the ducks towards the door, with frantic flaps, they made it in the kitchen. I am laying in the grass, the rain shrinking my already skinny jeans to my body. I can't bend my leg.

I have done some kind of damage and the tight jeans coupled with the swelling.. I couldn't move my leg. In my infinite wisdom I blamed the Jeans. So, with great effort, I took off my pants, my bare tuckus glowing around my underwear. (Mind you .. I am a subset of white girl that could measure her white butt in Lumens... )

So.. I throw my jeans towards the house, my dog takes them and puts them in my laundry.. (Service dog that would rather make sure your pants are put away but will leave you naked and shivering in the yard... yeah.. no extra biscuits for him.)

Anyway, as I am slithering towards the house, my other dog shuts the door. Now.. I can't see what's going on inside my house..

I change course and slither toward the lawn furniture because I need to stand up to get in the door now.

Legit - It took me like maybe 5 minutes to get inside. However I was not prepared for the Sh*tstorm that was my whole danged house once I did get inside.

The ducks pooped themselves so violently, there was literal poop on the glass from the family pictures hanging in the hallway. They had to have pooped and ran like reverse Pacmen around my house, delivering the maximum amount of poop to webbed foot splatter possible.

Not to be outdone, my 2 little dogs decided to add their feces to the fray.

All I could do was sit on my couch and cry.. which is how my family found me.... Sitting half naked, soaked to the gills, surrounded by Sh*tnado.

Having ducks inside.. will never be an option for me..

I'm sorry to laugh, but this is the funniest thing I've read all week.

This would probably not be a good time to tell you how much ducks honestly & truly adore a good rain storm.

Rest assured that the next time I need a good laugh I'm gonna picture one dog taking your pants to the laundry while the other shuts the door on you & the ducks go on an indoor projectile poop fest.

 

[shawluvsbirds]

I'm sorry to laugh, but this is the funniest thing I've read all week.

This would probably not be a good time to tell you how much ducks honestly & truly adore a good rain storm.

Rest assured that the next time I need a good laugh I'm gonna picture one dog taking your pants to the laundry while the other shuts the door on you & the ducks go on an indoor projectile poop fest.

I know right? Me too

 

[KaleIAm]

Oh dear, your dog abandoning you to take your pants to the laundry is hilarious. I'm glad you are ok.

I'm familiar with the projectile duck poop. We were at the vet for checkups today and I felt so horrible for whoever had to clean that exam room. It was wall to wall poop puddles and feathers.

 

[room onthebroom]

It took us a solid three days of washing projectile duck poop off our clothes to learn to carry the ducks with the business end facing out.

I read The Storm story to my family over dinner tonight... Freaking hilarious!!!

 

[room onthebroom]

If your gender ratios end up being off, is there any way that you can add more ducks to your flock instead of rehoming some? Yes, I'm a bit of an enabler, but if you can make it work maybe it would be an easier solution.