The Barnyard has certainly been full of truly unique experiences since we arrived.
First, we’ll start with the chicks. When we arrived, they had two new chicks all wet and freshly hatched in the incubator in their living room. The next day, 11 more chicks were found all warm and fluffy, eagerly waiting to get out of their little plastic tunnel. Fortunately for four of them, they got a mom, with a batch of chicks that had just hatched under a hen just that same day. The others were put in a tall hen house with a heat light, and a large caged area for them to run around in the grass in. It’s been interesting watching them grow up; their wings start to come in at about a week old, and they really get uglier and uglier with time. I still think they’re absolutely adorable, but not the cute and fluffy puff balls they were when they were only a day old.
They also have about 6 geese. I believe they’re only about 12 weeks old, but they’re HUGE! They’re so sweet too, they’ll eat right out of your hand. I know what you’re thinking… “but aren’t geese mean!?”… well, these geese are young, and haven’t started hissing at everything that moves yet. Jon’s been working on fixing their little pond; its been a lot of work, but you can already tell that they love it.
Now for the ducks. When we arrived, they had two white ducks that they had for their meet, and they have about 7-9 ducks (two of them males) that they have for eggs. Two of the ducks were sitting on eggs in the duck house when we arrived. One of them decided to lay on eggs in the garden, but frequently left the nest for periods too long for the eggs to survive, so she’s been a hassle. We only just today finally put her in her own separate house with 8 new fresh eggs; here’s hoping she takes to them and sits there until they hatch. We won’t be here to see that happen, but I have a good feeling about them.
The two ducks that they had for meat are no longer with us. I never thought I would come to a point in my life where I would even eat duck (for those of you who don’t know, ducks are my absolute favorite animal, followed very closely by giraffes and penguins), but considering how often it was served to us in France, I’ve come to like it quite a bit. I still feel a bit upset everytime I eat it though. However, with these ducks, I got to see the wonderful life they were allowed to live. Though I didn’t watch the actual killing of the ducks, and only shed a tear or two rather than balling my eyes out, I was able to help with the plucking of the ducks. Its an interesting and frustrating process, depending on how grown in their pin feathers are. I didn’t help butcher the ducks either, but I did watch. I made a delicious sauce to cook them in, and we put them on the grill. It was by far the best duck I have ever had in my entire life. I feel like the extra love and care these little guys had while they were alive really made the difference; whether it was all in my head or not.
Now for the two ducks laying on eggs when we arrived. Well, they hatched. They were absolutely adorable. I did manage to save one little duckling that had been kicked out of the nest. He was in his egg, half hatched, and I thought for certain he just didn’t make it. As I was talking with our host trying to figure out what may have happened, we saw his mouth open and realized that he was still with us! We tried to give it back to the two moms, but either they didn’t want me anywhere near them or they didn’t want the duckling, because both tried to bite me. So we put him in the chick house with the heat lamp and separated him off to keep him safe. Then all we could do is cross our fingers; we weren’t sure if he was going to make it for the first day. After that though, he perked up just fine, and we’ve named him Lucky, a name all the more fitting after you read the next bit.
If you didn’t notice the past tense in the previous paragraph, let me elaborate for you. Two nights ago, we put the ducks to bed and their were 8 happy, healthy little ducklings. The next morning when we let them out, there were only two ducklings. 6 of them somehow died the night before. We scratched our heads and tried to figure out what might have happened. In an effort to empty the house of both unhatched eggs and newly lost ducklings, we finally let the two moms and remaining ducklings out, after being told that it was time to do so. We let them out on to the pond, attended to the remains in the house, and went out to watch them swim around with their moms. We left for maybe five minutes, came back to take pictures, and the two happy healthy ducklings we saw swimming just minutes earlier were floating in the pond. They were now dead too. After some thinking and watching the other ducks, we decided that the main male duck (the second is pair off with another duck, and is very tame) probably killed the ducklings, because it was very apparent that he wanted to mate with the “now available” moms, and they wouldn’t so long as they had ducklings around. Its a sad state of affairs… our first full day on our own (with one other helper, but still), and all the ducklings managed to die. We felt like awesome house sitters, that’s for certain.
After talking with our host, we decided that after finding a way to keep the two moms separated from the others at night, we would try to reintroduce Lucky to the moms and see if they take to him. They definitely did, and now I’ve been keeping an eye on them like a hawk ever since. I made the mistake of getting attached to my little Lucky, and now I just have to hope he makes it okay. So far, everything seems to be fine. I’d definitely cry if something happened to him though. That’s certain.
I know I said no pictures until I get home, but I can’t post about such adorable things without sharing.
Holding Lucky for one of the last times! I didn’t want to put him with the mommy ducks because then I’d never be able to again!
But look how happy he looks with his two moms! He’s so cute on the water!
And of course, I can’t help but post this picture, too. While Jon was cleaning out the duck house today to build something to keep them separated, he found loads of baby mice! They’re so cute! We took them out of the house though, and released them into the field. This one was my favorite because he was so tiny!
I mean, look how disproportionate his head and feet are to his body! His eyes and ears are still closed too! Too cute.
Oh right, Happy Birthday America! 235 years old! Enjoy the celebrations everybody, they definitely don’t do any here!