We butchered ducks on the weekend. Sixteen unlucky birds are now going to service two homes (ours and our friends), while 4 lucky ducks will continue living, wading and waddling around their pen.
Lemme introduce you to them. I’ve “christened” them with first names, but the truth is? We refer to them more by size, gender and color than anything else! Nevertheless, I’m going to give you the real deal!
Meet our birds!
Our drake. Whom, in household conversations shall forevermore be referred to as “the drake.” He’s a good one, this fella! Always keeping himself between us and the ladies. He’s a born protector.
How do we know he’s a drake? Take a look at those little, top-curling tail feathers. Yep. That’s how you know a drake is a drake.
“May you thrive as lord and master of the pen, protect and care for your females and live to be the father of future generations!”
I think Gertrude is old. Why? Because as ducks of color age, their colors often fade. And her? The white-ish feathers on her head and neck look like aged whiteness! So convinced was I of her elderly-ness that I debated whether or not to keep her! Thing is, I really wanted a buff. White isn’t a good survival color and I thought it would be fun to try white layer/buff crosses.
After checking the 4 buffs for open pelvic bones, this granny hen won, only because I could fit 3 fingers between hers!
Plus, older hens are (often) more likely to brood and make good mothers. They also seem to have more natural smarts about them. Yep, I wanted a granny in the flock.
Can you use the term “flock” when referring to four birds?
I named her Fanny because she’s fat. Really fat. Her waddle is just splendid! She moves like a real duck should. And if you watch her tail while she waddles…well! Let’s just say she came about her name naturally!
I hope she’ll be a good egg producer for us and give us large children…er ducklings, I mean! That’s her out front, leading the flock away from me!
Chunky little thing, ain’t she?!
She will be forever referred to as “the little white hen.” Here she is, in front of Sir Thomas.
Fanny is chubby. Agnes is long. ‘Tunia is between those two and she has a slim, shapely head and neck.
I specifically chose her because of her size. Not only is a smaller duck (usually) more agile, but I figured if we were going to have two white hens, it would be nice to distinguish between them!
So this little gal stayed, saved by the fatness of Fanny!
So there you have it. Our little flock…or gaggle…whatever you call a very small herd of birds!
Now if we can only keep the raccoons, skunks, cats and other fierce creatures away from our “sitting ducks,” we will be able to have extra fresh eggs for eating and (hopefully) some ducklings to fatten for later eating.
Too much honesty for you? It’s the truth!