The baby ducks aren’t babies any more! They grew up sooo fast! Seems like only yesterday these gals were little balls of fluff.
Today was a big step for them. We moved them from their “pullet pen” to be with the older ducks in the animal compound. Of course, we did it under close supervision to make sure there wasn’t any heavy neck wrestling going on.
What surprised me was the fact that it wasn’t the older ducks initiating the wrestling but one or two of the baby ducks. Naturally, the older ducks then had to put the baby in its place by neck wrestling back. Had to break that up a few times but now they’ve seem to have the “pecking” order in place.
The chickens, for the most part, could not be bothered with the quacking badelynge.
After four batches of Khaki Campbell’s over the years, I love having a little variety in the flock. Their cousins, the Welsh Harlequins, are certainly lovely to look at.
Kind of a bittersweet moment because we won’t be raising any more chicks for awhile since this recent arrival of ducks and chickens to the homestead menagerie.