This is Bee the Welsh Harlequin. Bee is broody.
I don’t know why she’s nesting as she despises baby ducks, but she’s nesting anyway.
View attachment 3516931
Bee keeps moving her nest out of the safety of her cozy secluded gazebo nest and onto a barren concrete slab with minimal support and shelter, and I have to move her nest back multiple times daily.
Do I get any thanks for my efforts? No!
I get huffs and puffs, hissy fits, and bites from this ungrateful fiend.
This is the first time any of my ducks have put this much effort into brooding fertile eggs, I’m not a breeder and I don’t really need more tyranny in my life and I never bothered to help the process with incubators or whatever so this year is the first real chance at ducklings hatched here.
So far she’s managed to bring around 6 or 7 to the early stages where I’ve seen developing veins when candling them, but with her rough treatment and constant breaking of her own eggs only two have survived past that first stage.
These last two have managed to make it to the point where I can see what appears to be lumps of dough undulating about and what I think is a little foot waving at me from inside one egg, probably in an early attempt to flip me “the bird.”
View attachment 3516947
I made the mistake of getting excited. One should never do this when ducks are involved with anything.
This morning I wake up bright and early and start my rounds getting everyone breakfast….and I find that Bee has completely relocated the entire nest.…and her developing two eggs are lying alongside her,
alongside her, not
underneath her.
I haul her feathered rump out, the eggs are cold. I inspect them for breakage and candle them, all is still good. I rebuild her nest as I’ve done so many times before, chase down and capture the screaming fool, and set her back with her eggs.
As she nestles back onto her eggs I figured all was right once more and went back to what I was doing then went back inside for breakfast. Clearly another mistake.
When I emerged an hour or so later, she’d done it again. She’s smooshed into her nest, both eggs sitting cold and abandoned alongside her and we repeat the little process again. Kick her out of the nest, rebuild the nest, return the huffing puffing dinglebrain to her nest, retreat.
This time I stayed and watched her and she did it again.
Repeat everything again.
So far She’s finally sitting on them, hoping she doesn’t forget how to again.
All this and they probably aren’t even her eggs.
I think they’re Moonbeam’s eggs.…
View attachment 3516950