|Please, don't fence me in.|
Up until a couple weeks ago, we were trying to corral our ducks out in the back pastures (boy, who would have figured on them being such escape artists!) One of our ducks was taken as vittles by some wild critter. It was time to come up with another plan for these guys, but we weren't quite certain what.
We'd heard that ducks and chickens get along quite well, but hadn't had a lot of luck with that in the past. Now it seemed we had no choice but to try.
So in they went. Kiddie pool and all.
We worried that this little dude would cause a ton of trouble with Cheevy, our drake. So far, he's been on his best behaviour.
|Teddy Crowsavelt, Resident Roo|
The ladies haven't been really impressed by Cheevy's manners. He is a bulldog with those hens. They look in the same direction as the hen duck, and Cheevy's racing toward them, biting their feathers. Seems as though we picked the perfect name for him when we named him "Mis(ter) Chevious". We've had to break up a scuffle or two, but for the most part, it's gone better than we expected.
Leaving you with some more pictures of the poultry pasture and some of the hens.
Sun's out, so i am going to take this break in the rain showers to tackle the daily chores out there.
|Honey Boo Boo and her sissy getting out of Cheevy's way|
|Caroline. She lays the green eggs in your cartons.|
|Kathleen (Teddy's dame), Meringue, and Honey Boo Boo|
|Bird's eye view of life in the Poultry Pasture|