The gross truth about ducks...

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We have one particular chook who marches up to the lounge room sliding glass doors,
stares at you til she catches your eye, squints, lifts one leg and then poops on your thongs
(the footwear, not the underwear) while staring you down ...
hehe ... usually happens if we havent given her her treats yet...

so maybe its all poultry...
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PS Naaaawwww... That Duck movie is so cute Wifezilla
 
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have anybody mentioned the broody poops??? good heavens! my little 'scovy momma, Dash, once pooped her body weight. we were speechless.......
 
OK, a question - If a duck cannot "hold and control" it, then how come a muscovy duck sitting on a nest of eggs for hours and hours can keep them so nice and clean? THEN, when she gets off the nest let go of the HUGE amount of stored up poo that comes out with all of the sound effects mentioned above.

The sure sign of a muscovy duck sitting on eggs are the piles of poo that show up in the morning and evening.
 
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It's poo produced by a broody duck, in other words, she sits on her nest for hours and hours, and when she finally gets off,
well, I guess a couple of buckets worth comes out. And since it's been "aging" inside her for a while, the scent is rather off-putting to the refined nose.
 
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Broody ducks will hold it in for hours while sitting on their eggs. A few seconds after they get off the eggs... they leave behind a mess the size of my fist! It'd be the equivalent of a human pooping out a basketball...

Speaking of poop, I calculated a while ago that all of the ducks owned by BYC people adds up to at least 1/2 ton of poop PER DAY!
 
bwahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa this post is cracking me up!
I agree with all the poop comments...ducks are poop machines for sure. But, when they tilt their beautiful heads to look up at you, your heart will melt into a big ole puddle. When they decide that you've earned a hug and lay their head on your shoulder you can't imagine how you ever survived without them. How about when they're down at the pond and you holler it's supper time...just seeing those boogers waddling up the hill to you quacking away...how can you not love the stuffing out of them?!

Michelle
 

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