Meet the ducks


I look like a duck.
It’s the way my mouth curls up, or my nose tilts up.
I should have played Howard the Duck.
~ Michelle Pfeiffer

 So, the first thing to know is that none of our ducks look like Michelle Pfeiffer. However, I’ve always thought that was a great, self-deprecating quote from a strikingly beautiful woman. None of look to ourselves like we do to others, do we?

On to the ducks. We currently have seven adults and one duckling, but that number is going to increase soon.

ducksWe have three Indian runner ducks; two Rouens; one Pekin adult (and one duckling); and one gorgeous Cayuga – as of this writing. They segregate themselves from the chickens and perambulate around the yard all day, quacking on occasion, ducking their heads, and generally acting completely goofy. There is simply no such thing as a dignified duck.

Our Cayuga enjoyed the snow so much, she burrowed down into it like she was getting some sort of exotic body treatment.

Our Cayuga enjoyed the snow so much, she burrowed down into it like she was getting some sort of exotic body treatment.

We also have several duck eggs warming in Ryc’s homemade incubator. It was once a cooler. Some have called it tacky. Okay…I  have called it tacky.

We’ve recently candled the eggs and, to our surprise and delight, there are indeed little ducklings growing inside. So, we may be adding mucklings to our sales offerings soon as well.

What is a muckling? Well, we have multiple breeds and ducks are not exactly monogamous, no matter what the experts say. In fact, most evenings, the kiddie pool we use for a duck pond resembles a Bachelor show run utterly amock.

Since we cannot definitively state the breed of the upcoming offspring?

Mutts + ducklings = mucklings.

But eggs is eggs, and the breed does not matter. Duck eggs are particularly wonderful in baked goods. Since they much larger than chicken eggs, simply use one for every two your recipe requires. The shells, carefully blown, are also wonderful to paint.