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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Easter Gift at the Farmette

As Terry and Jeannie sat out on the deck this morning, to their vast surprise one of the ducks came waddling out with eight - count 'em - 8 baby ducks in tow. They didn't even know she was setting nor where. Jeannie, ofcourse, went into ecstatic ooohs and aaahs and "so darling, so cute" exclamations.

Both Jeannie and Terry recognized the danger to the babies if left roaming free in the chickenyard with the mama duck. Protecting them was imperative. Then that's when the fight started.

Terry's solution was to take them away from the mother duck and put the babies in a cage.


The babies huddle in terror at the far side of the cage, as far away from the giant humans as posssible. This is the country folks, a rural area. There are hawks and owls that can swoop down and snatch up baby critters. Chicken snakes love baby chicks and ducks. Also rodents, raccoons, possums, etc. that delight in a tasty baby-duck-snack. The chicken house has not been rebuilt since Hurricane Ike and is not safe for babies.

Jeannie wailed and caterwauled how cruel that was, the mama loved her babies, the babies needed their mother, waah, waah, boohoo, boohoo. Worn down by female hysterics, Terry yielded to the pressure. So for now Mama and babies are safely established in Jo's bathtub temporarily until a better solution can be found. [In Jo and Lloyd's absence - in Iraq - the master suite is not being used. The master bath has one of those big square step-up tubs (with a separate walk-in shower across the room). Until a pen is constructed to foil predators, the tub will suffice, can be readily cleaned and sterilized. Not an ideal solution, but ok for a day or two. At least Mama and babies are together and safe. ]

In the photos below you can see Mama shielding her babies from the giants that captured and imprisoned them in a bath tub. Now Jeannie has more critters to babysit and care for several times a day. "Aunt Jeannie" accepts the chore, very happy to have won the battle to keep Mama Duck and babies together.



This mama duck is small and cannot hover all 8 babies but she tries.

Happy Easter, Everyone.

Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Delightful! What a wonderful sign of new life, a true Easter blessing!

Saturday, April 11, 2009 5:38:00 AM

Blogger Worried American said...

Thank you, Nick. I think so, too. Nature takes its course in the spring and it is always delightful when the various new hatches arrive. The baby geese are "Baby Hueys", so much larger than the baby chicks and ducks, but fuzzy little beings nevertheless.The baby ducks are the first arrivals this year, just in time for Easter.

Saturday, April 11, 2009 6:36:00 AMDelete

Blogger The Subversive Librarian said...

Granny, I'm so glad to see your blog!

Saturday, April 11, 2009 9:30:00 AMDelete

Blogger Worried American said...

Welcome, Subversive Librarian. We are glad to have you visit us.

On this blog three of us are co-administrators. I am Worried American, Granny is Granny Ann, and the third is Gadfly. Granny Ann's personal blog is
She will be glad to hear from you.

Do come back again.

Sunday, April 12, 2009 5:39:00 PM

Blogger Granny said...

Subversive and I are old friends (one I hadn't heard from in a while). I dropped by her blog and left a message.

Happy Easter to all.

Sunday, April 12, 2009 6:30:00 PM

Blogger betmo said...

i had ducks when i was a kid- but we moved and had to give them to my neighbor. who ate them. :) luckily, i was too young to realize. these are sweet :)

Monday, April 13, 2009 7:27:00 AM

Worried:I like most of the creatures who share this earth with us (there are exceptions!) and find that most baby creatures are cute to adorable. Even baby hyenas are cute but I loathe the adults. My favorites are baby ducks. When my older sister and I were children we hand raised a baby chicken that we named "Chickie". When it got fryer size our mother sold it and to add insult to injury, made us deliver the pullet to its future executioner/devourer.
We bawled all the way, engaging in highly emotional conversation. I felt betrayed by my mother. But now I see, during those Depression times, she probably needed the money.



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