Category Ducks

The Feathered Usurper

Brownie and Veelie used to be a Thing. They’d been together since duckling-hood, and when they hit sexual maturity (with a vengeance, in Brownie’s case), they became mates as well. They would waddle around the yard, Veelie remaining demurely in Brownie’s wake. With Brownie’s sleek dark brown body and white head complementing Veelie’s luminous white […]

How to Walk a Duck

I admit, there were a lot of things I didn’t know about Muscovy ducks when I brought home the ten orphaned little fluff balls last summer. One of the most gaping holes in my knowledge regarded the frequency and necessity of walking them. While most of the ducklings went to live with my Amish neighbors, […]

A Boy, His Dogs, and His Ducks

Between a sojourn in the Land of the One-Handed (thanks to a sprained wrist from a spill on the ice) and my tween’s discovery of the Magic of YouTube, my ability to blog has been significantly reduced lately. And yet the blogless month was still replete with cuteness. I present to you a sampling of […]

Brownie the Eagle Duck

We couldn’t keep all of the ten orphaned ducklings we adopted this summer–I knew that from the start–so my clever plan was to raise them until we had a good idea of their genders, then keep only two females. According to the Internet, female Muscovies are much smaller than the males, plus they lay eggs. […]

A Boy and His Duck

We still miss Caesar every day, but fresh happiness is on its way in the form of a new puppy who will be old enough to come home with us next week. In the meantime, Brownie the Duck is proving to be surprisingly comforting. Hope is indeed the thing with feathers.

The Aspiring Duck

We’ve recently acquired three ducklings, yes, but our little dog Caesar is aspiring to become a fourth. He lounged with them: He walked with them: He even begged for meal worms with them: Alas, although the ducklings tolerate Caesar’s presence, they’ve shown no interest in admitting a small dog into their ranks. Which is just […]

The Arrival of New Ophelia

My duckling Ophelia had a long, graceful neck; luminous, creamy feathers; and a friendly, flirty disposition. And she turned out to be a boy. So Ophelia had to rejoin her–oops, his–other siblings at my neighbor’s farm lest two males prove too rough for my little female Veelie. (There was no question of parting with the […]

The Androgynous Duckling

Traditionalists will have it that gender is a straightforward, yes-or-no, he-or-she proposition. I know that’s not the case–witness the rainbow of gender identities that have made their presence known in today’s culture–but it took a Muscovy duckling to really drive the point home for me. My original intention was to keep two female ducklings because […]

Freedom for Ducklings

My three ducklings just passed a milestone: I decided they were big enough to come out of the little cage they’d been staying in during the day and roam with the chickens. Fortunately, the chickens immediately recognized the ducklings as irrelevant to the pecking order, so they haven’t given the ducklings more than a curious […]

A Farewell to Ducklings

Today, alas, seven of my ten orphaned ducklings have left the nest–literally. They’ve gone to live with my Amish neighbor, where they’ll either live long and happy lives as his breeding stock or end up on somebody’s plate. He’s a firm believer in free range poultry, though, so they’ll have a happy life until their […]