There’s been a bit of a baby explosion here this week.
I have repeatedly been told that muscovy duck hens left alone will hatch tons and tons and tons of chicks…
Well we’ve had a few clutches hatch out, but nothing like the “you’re gonna be over run with that many hens!!” like I’ve been told…
Truth be told, because we eat our extra drakes, I *want* to be over run with ducklings.
I’m still waiting for that…
In the meantime, there’s kijiji.
It’s a Canadian buy/sell site where most farm folk list their extra animals for sale.
Welp, after a couple of beers I decided, the other night, to scan the livestock section…we’re coming into fall and lots of folks try to sell off extra animals so they don’t have to winter them.
Often, those animals go much cheaper than they would in the spring.
And so when I saw week old muscovy ducklings for $5 each, 21 of them, I contacted the seller…who said if I took them all, she’d charge me $80.
So we met up and made the duck deal in a Walmart parking lot.
When we met up with the seller, she did say she could only catch 19…that’s okay though, because $80 was still a great deal for 19 ducklings.
Away we went, with our bounty.
And when we pulled into our driveway, we though “huh, we’re almost out of shavings” so Hubby and I planned on a quick trip to the feed store for another bundle of them, so that we could clean the empty brooder (we finally got the cornish meat birds butchered last week) and put these 19 babies in there…
As we’re transfering them to the bigger crate with shaving in it for a temp. holding pen ’til the brooder was cleaned, The Kid yells “duck baby!!” and runs off…I’m thinking “what the hell??”
And it turns out one had hatched while we were gone and had escaped from Mama.
So she catches him, and puts him in the house with another one that she had found earlier in the week.
That made our 21 ducklings. 😉
Then this morning, I step out to feed the cats (always before the chickens get out, because otherwise the chickesn steal the outdoor cats’ food) and I see the duck Mama in the puddle (from our leaking well line that has yet to be fixed even though I have been all over every damn company within a 30 mile radius to come help us…fingers crossed this last guy, a local plumber who has been right on top of all my questions adn is booking his excavator guy to come do it, can make it out and get it done…) with 2 little yellow balls of fluff.
So there’s more of ’em.
My brother gets here to check on his old car stored here, and as I come out to talk to him, I see 5 little balls of fluff following Mama Duck and an angry chicken clucking at the extra bebes to come back to her…and when Hubby comes out he says there’s 6 balls of yellow fluff in total.
So it turns out that this duck and chicken co-sat the nest and so far have hatched out 8 ducklings.
It’s really late in the year for ducklings.
And chickens can’t be trusted.
So we’ve cleaned out the brooder in the Little Red Shed and duck babies will go there…
This is Lefty…
Lefty listened to all my yelling about if chickens are going to hide eggs here, there and everywhere, then they should at least come back with some damn chicks!
So she did.
In 24 hours, we’re up 32 babies, bringing our grand total for poultry this year to…
That’s it, that’s all.
We only have 10 birds.
That my friends, is how poultry math works…and why I’m the head and founding mother of Poultry Anonymous.
To think, I don’t even really like birds.