I just didn't expect to love them. When my husband agreed to the 25 chickens I currently have, and the 5 ducks I have, he said I could have my eggs but he also wanted fresh meat. So all the males, ducks and chickens were to be ate, except maybe 1 or 2 lucky roosters. I'm still ok with eating the roosters. I love my chickens, they all have names and I can tell you about each one, but they have their own little world that makes them still look like livestock to me. But ducks... We watched them swimming in the sink tonight and I said, "I just don't know if I can eat them." As I said this the blue swedish tilted his head and used on eye to look right into my eyes with that "are you talking about me?" look that I am sure you guys know. And you know what my husband says? "Let's not eat any of them. In fact, let's get lots of ducklings!" I look at him pleased and surprised and say, "Well I think 5 is more than plenty... 5 will be a big mess... and what if they are all males? We will have to build them their own run if we have males." "That's ok. I really like them. I actually always wanted a duck growing up." He says to me without missing a beat. So here I am. Changing the brooder every night. Giving them supervised baths. I should hate how much work they are and how insanely messy they are. But I don't. They are just 2 weeks old. Still adorable fluff balls, though no longer so small. Maybe our minds will change as they grow but as of now it looks like we have pet ducks, not just working animals. 5 of them. Darn ducks!