So the last time we checked in with you all, Bill the duck was trying his darnedest to take me out. He was the new guy in the flock and saw me as a rival for Betty the duck’s affection. He had gone from a gentle guy to a crazy duck in just a few days. I admit, my Betty was one good looking girl (for a duck.) I can see how she would make any male duck loose his mind. Of course I am her mama and slightly bias.
Well, I am glad to report he is no longer waging war and trying to run me down and inflict bodily harm!! So how did I tame the “beast?” Through tough love! I hugged him every morning, stroking is head, and talking to him. Now, I don’t know if he likes me or not, but he did finally stop biting me! I would say that is a win!! I might have scared him a little with all the attention. I can just imagine him saying “Someone get this crazy woman off me!
Now don’t get me wrong, he will still put his head down if I get too close, but at least he isn’t biting me or breathing funny at me anymore. He had developed this weird, heavy breathing thing he would do when I got to close to his “woman.” Seriously, listen…. (make sure your volume is up) Is it just me or is that the the type of breathing you hear over the phone right before the killer enters the house in a scary movie?
Things have changed so dramatically around here, that I can once again sit in my own backyard without fear of Bill sneaking up from behind and biting my legs. I have been delight to get to watch Bill and Betty going on dates in the pumpkin patch (sniff, my little girl is growing up) and witness them take on the chickens in a rather hilarious game of pancake football. Sadly, Bill and Betty did not get the pancake, but it wasn’t for lack of trying! Those darn chickens just run faster.
Not only is life finding a new calm in my backyard, but Betty is all grown up. She recently began laying eggs! And she is excellent at hiding them as well. Naughty duck! If she keeps hiding them, we might be over run with baby duckling in the spring. I am defiantly going to have to keep an eye on this girl and continue my daily egg hunt! I was in this pen everyday and had no idea she had a nest stashed in here, until one morning I caught her laying in it, before she had a chance to cover it up. You can tell which is the oldest egg, because it has the most yuck on it.
So I am glad to report, I am no longer on Bill’s hit list. But now I have to keep an eye on Betty because I think motherhood is calling her name. Sorry kiddo, it is to close to winter to be bringing babies into the world. Not to mention, if they have Bills attitude, we could all be in trouble!