Have you ever done something and immediately thought, ‘maybe this is a bad idea’? Generally, that’s my thought when I purchase a new fern (haha). Exactly my thoughts when I brought home three Silver Mallard ducklings!
- Cause fifteen chickens weren’t enough work already?!
- Just because your lifelong friend has ducks doesn’t mean you need them too!
- I had just decided not to have chicks because of the work involved – did I think ducklings would be easier?!
- I know nothing about raising ducks!
Hand on the head, what was I thinking?! I was as scared of them as they were of me! A lot of ‘what ifs’ went through my head. What if they don’t make it(?!) my main concern.
So I brought home three cuties, all females, and then headed to the internet to research. And found that ducks are pretty easy! Messy but easy!
Because three is an odd number, a fourth female joined our clan – giving me The Fab Four. (And keeping our reputation of ‘no boys allowed’!)
Quick as a weed, they grew into lovely little ducks. And quite the comical bunch with their silly honks and head bobs – their funny little language. And loud, holy Dina, can they ever be loud when they want to – the whole neighbourhood can hear them when they get going!
All in all, not such an awful decision in the end. I love my ducks dearly. A new homestead-life lesson and a reminder not to be afraid to try new things!
Now bring on a goose!!
Willowfell 