We are enjoying being “momma duck” to the baby ducks. One is particularly “friendly.” As I walked past the brooder box yesterday, the lil gal jumped out and ran over to me. I sat on the floor and she jumped into my lap and nestled in my apron and nibbled my arm with her bill. Of course, the others all lined up, peeking their heads over the box, wondering if they could, too, join the love fest. I obliged them; it was all sweetness, apron and fluffy butts. Sorry no pics because I had a lap full of fluff balls.
“Momma duck” took the little peepers swimming today (under close supervision, of course)! I know, you are saying, “but they are only 3-4 days all and that goes against all the stuff in books!” We are pretty radical in our approach to raising poultry — keeping as close to natural as possible. Weening off the brooder light within a week or two, opting for sunlight and dark nights & , for ducks, into the water as soon as possible. We ask ourselves “what would mama duck/chicken do?” and then pretty much throw away the standard how-to raise poultry books.
The duckies took their first swimming in warm warm with some lettuce leaves thrown in for nibbles. They took to water, well, like a duck should! They started dunking their heads, swimming and playing underwater torpedo (so funny when they do that) We let them frolic for about 5-8 minutes and then took them out to preen and sun dry.
Everybody sing all together now: “Little duckies you’re the ones, you make bath time lots of fun… little duckies, we are awfully fond of you…”