It’s the day after Thanksgiving and It reached almost 50 degrees today. I left work a little early to come home and fill the duck pools and clean up thawed poop and straw that’s been building up outside the coop in the run area for the last couple of weeks. I know It’s a glamorous life I have as a duck mom & maid.
I opened the gate and they made a mad dash to the two big pine trees near the house to rummage underneath. I tried to call them back as the pools filled but they just weren’t listening through the rustling of the leaf pile they were in. The pools have been empty for a week or two because it’s been below freezing so it took a little of me splashing the water with my hand to get them to realize the pools were full. Soon they were all crammed in. Splashing, jumping in and out, running in circles around the pool with excitement. Working hard at getting as much water out and as much mud in as they could. Ducks in water is hours of entertainment.
Today’s warm up also brought on the urge to stay up late. Like a fear that if they go to bed they will wake up to cold temps again so if they just stay awake all night it won’t come. Harley Quinn my newest girl, was enjoying the unfrozen pool with a late night swim before it turns into a frozen block. With a few back and forth past the coop door, I out stretch my arms and one last “c’mon girls, bedtime” they finally single filed their way in. Minutes later on the coop camera with heads tucked they were fast asleep.
Finally! Time for a glass of wine for me.

Quinns first experience with a frozen pool


To say I love my ducks is the understatement of a lifetime. They have completely taken over my life and thoughts.  

The second I put them to bed in their coop, say my good night I love yous, I can’t wait to see their happy quacking at sunrise. The best part of my day is the coop door opening and thee excitement of a new day and breakfast! 

The second I walked in the door from work I check on them, listen to their stories of the day in an eruption of loud quacking and calls as if trying to outdo each other. Then I go into the house open the vegetable drawer in the fridge labeled “Duck treats” and begin chopping lettuce,  defrosting peas (their favorite treat) and make them a delicious dinner salad as they watch at the patio doors with a few impatient quacks. 

Every grocery store visit is not complete without picking up fresh veggies, peas and other treats for them.

I am always fussing over their coop cleanliness and design. Driving my husband nuts with changes. 

 I’m sure they wonder what my obsession is with their feet and checking them regularly to stay a head of any bumble foot or frostbite issues.

My sunrises & sets around my ducks daily routine and meeting all of their needs, wants and desires.