Buffy’s babies have grown so much!  They’re all feathered out now and running all over the property chasing bugs and scratching in the grass.  I’ve got to say that it’s a million times easier to let the chickens raise up the babies! 

A couple of weeks ago she moved them into the henhouse with the rest of the chickens.  I was surprised to see them all perched way up high and thought, “how in the world did they get up there?”  I guess they’re light enough and those little wings can carry them pretty high.  I should dig out the ramp I used to have in there when my layers were just little pullets.  I took it out when they were big enough that they didn’t need the ramp.  Once those Wellie girls start to put on some weight I think they’ll have a harder time hoping up that high. 

I guess I’ll be getting my first eggs from these girls in November (or maybe even October).  How egg-citing!

The baby ducks and geese are growing so fast!  They’re all getting feathers, learning to quack, and swimming in their “pond”.  It’s been pretty hot so keeping lots of water in their run is a high priority, between swimming in it, drinking it, and generally making a mess with it, I’m finding it tough to keep the buckets full – LOL!

My three juvenile Khaki Campbell’s were put out to roam for the very first time this weekend.  I worried mostly that they wouldn’t know where to go in at night because for all their little lives I’ve carried them back and forth from grazing pen to the barn in a Rubbermaid tub.  So early one morning I put them into the duck enclosure while the Harlequin were lazily sleeping-in inside the duck barn.  The Campbell’s weren’t sure what to do with themselves at first but found the little pond in the enclosure and set up shop.  When the Welsh Harlequin came out and saw these strange ducks in their pond they chased the Campbell’s out of it.  Those little KC’s were determined to make friends with their new found barn-mates and were undeterred by the wing flapping and squawking.  The Harlequin were not overly mean but certainly didn’t think they needed any new additions to their little group.  So when they set off to forage out on the property the determined Campbell’s waddled along behind.  Soon they were accepted at the lunch table with the cool kids... but at the bottom of the pecking order.  They still won’t go in the duck barn by themselves yet.  It seems like the Harlequin have made it known that the duck barn is their domain, but there is soooo much room in there!  The Campbell’s can have half all to themselves, for goodness sake.  So every night I gather up my little brown ducks and stuff them in the pop-hole to sleep in the in safety with the others.  Eventually they’ll get it figured out.

The Muscovy have become even more friendly… when I sit on the ground out in the barnyard taking pictures they come right up, almost in my lap, to see what I’m doing.  I was surprised a few times because I had my eye up to the viewfinder and didn’t see them all sneak up on me.  They’re probably looking for a treat!  I came out with some wilted asparagus the other day and as I was tossing sticks of asparagus to them they were running over to get some and stealing it from each other.  Poor things… that stuff was wilted but it still has such a tough outer skin that they had to chew and chew and chew. 

I’ve got my eye on three Muscovy that I’d like to keep for my own flock.  The whole group is friendly and extremely curious but some of them are genuine characters and a couple of the girls are very pretty.  One of the really big boys likes to eat the feed right out of the bucket when I’m filling the feeders.   So I pour some in the feeder, then hold out the bucket for him to grab a few mouthfuls, then fill the other feeders.  He follows me around and it’s like “one for me, one for the rest of you jokers”.  He likes to be petted too… he’s pretty cute so I’ll probably keep him.

I lost a juvenile Harlequin drake and a Muscovy duck to aerial predators this week while I was at work.  Either a very large hawk or an eagle, based on the size and weight of the ducks.  It’s very sad when this happens and it really freaks the other ducks out.  They all stayed inside for the better part of 2 days after the attack but they’re finally back out free ranging cautiously.  Though the Muscovy are sticking very close to the barn and trying to stay out of the open.  The dogs are very good at keeping the ground predators away; I’ve never had trouble with birds of prey during the day so this is new to the dogs.  I know blue jays, robins, and crows are great at keeping the airspace clear of aerial hunters so I’ll need to be sure to provide plenty of feed for those birds too.  Having geese and turkeys usually works well also, maybe I should hang on to those 2 sweet American Lavender-ice geese…

These little guys are my some of my latest additions from Holderread Waterfowl Conservation Center.  There are 13 various ducklings: 2 Khaki Campbell's, 3 Black Cayuga, 3 Indian Runner, 3 Welsh Harlequin, and 2 American Lavender-Ice Geese. 

They were sold as a single lot so I obviously got more fowl than I really needed here, which means I have to make the difficult decision about which of these little fuzzies I want to sell!  It's always hard when they're so cute and entertaining.  But I can already see that I don't have anywhere near enough grass on my property to support these two geese.  They're rather sweet little gals but they eat grass as a primary source of food and if they eat all my grass the other birds won't have as many cool places to forage for bugs.  But these are Holderread geese that fetch a premium price as hatchlings so I shouldn't have any trouble selling them for half their value when they're fully started.  They're sure sweet tho...

They really seem to be thriving and so happy.  I've got them out on a large patch of grass in a movable enclosure and I repurposed an old doghouse for a "Duckloo" shelter.  This big group is actually a lot of fun to watch - it's my evening duck TV.  They really have such a flocking nature and are, as a whole, so much more excitable than the Muscovy.  That's not saying much though - LOL!   The geese are rather calm but the others... not so much.  The flightiest of all are the Indian Runners.  But aren't they a hoot? They stand straight up, like a person, and boy can they move!  They don't have a ducky waddle like the rest, when they stand up they run across their enclosure and everyone follows in an excited, peeping stampeed!
Along with the babies I also acquired a group of 11 beautiful Welsh Harlequin.  Two are laying now, which is a bonus, and 4 will begin laying this fall.  There are more drakes than is truly optimal so I'll offer some of them for sale - and if they're not in a new home by next month they'll go into the next harvest. 

I gave the grown Harlequin the entire duck barn and duck enclosure all to themselves until they get settled in.  They're still figuring out their new home and aren't used to my schedule yet - which is evidenced by the fact that I've only collected 1 egg from the 2 layers in 4 days.  Convincing them to go inside the duckbarn the first two nights was hard - I finally had to scoop them up one by one and stuff them inside. They're catching on more every day so I think by this weekend I'll let them out onto the property to free range.  They've finally learned to go back inside through their little pop-door when it gets dark, which is excellent (or at least one has learned and the rest are following).  No more duck-chase at bedtime :)   I just wanted them to know where to come back to every night before I let them roam.

The Harlequin are still very unsure of me so it's hard to get photos. I can watch them splashing in their pool and chattering to each other only if I hide behind something and peek around - LOL! As soon as I'm in their line of sight they all scurry into the duck barn.  Which is the opposite of the babies... when they see me coming to lock up the Duckloo for the night they all come pouring out and I have to gather them up and put them in by hand.  They've got the first part figured out: go inside at dark.  I hope soon they understand they need to stay in until I get the door closed!

I'm now up to 6 seperate enclosures to feed and water twice a day (if I don't count Buffy's broody-box)... Whew!  Boy, my little farm is growing every time I turn around!

scruffy \ˈskrə-fē\ (adj) unkempt, shaggy; "a surge of ragged scruffy chickens"

Oh my!  At only 2 1/2 weeks these little guys are just plain growing faster than their feathers can keep up with!  They seem to be none-the-worse for wear but they're not wearing much these days - LOL!  Half naked little birds... as hot as it's been they're probably more comfortable this way, they certainly seem to be producing a lot of heat.  I picked one up to get a better look and he was really warm so I guess I shouldn't worry about them getting a chill.  I keep a fan in the barn to move the air around, they seem appropriately active, and they're definitely eating plenty.

Hope they get some feathers soon... it's just scandalous for them to run around looking like this!  

It's been a busy, busy week here on the farm as well as a hot and very humid start to June - yesterday it was 87 degrees with 93% humidity.  It's like doing your chores with a hot, wet blanket over your head... *bleh*

The ducklings are going through their "ugly duckling" phase as they start to get feathers over their fuzz.  But the new feathers coming in look so nice... they're getting to be very handsome.  The Campbell's are getting their little tweed coats with that nice, herringbone brown coloring and the Muscovy have just a little bit of yellow fuzz poking up around shiny white feathers.

The Campbell's are very active and running around finding bugs, dabbling in their water pan, and chatting amongst themselves companionably.  They rest a lot in the tall grass during the heat of the day and I wish they'd dunk themselves in the water but they don't seem to be interested in swimming.  They just stick their heads underwater and messily splash and flick it all around, but they don't get in.  Oh well.

The Muscovy are growing so fast!  They remind me of my mastiffs they way they lay around and want me to just step over them rather than move.  As they've matured they've really quieted down too.  They used to make their little duckling peeps but now they're growing into new vocalizations... or lack thereof.  The males just make a sort of panting sound and the females are making a soft purr-squeek.  They really only "talk" when I pick them up or they're upset about something. 

We've had some serious thunderstorms lately and they all got caught in a terrible downpour last Thursday - the the rain drops were huge and the thunder was tremendous!  I had a couple of shelters for them outside but since the whole group couldn't entirely fit into a single shelter they wouldn't go in at all.  I was afraid it might hail again like it did last week and I felt terrible seeing them marching all tucked together back and forth from one place to another so I got a big tarp and went out in the pouring rain to make a single shelter for them.  

                            Let me just say right now... that was a terrible idea. 

When they saw me unfolding this big brown thing they totally freaked out and stampeded.  Poor ducks!  I eventually collected them all up and put them on fresh, dry straw in the barn.  Those Muskovy were mad at me for 3 days after that... they would all crowd together in a corner and glare at me when I came in to feed them.  But by Sunday they were back to their usual ultra-calm selves again and they decided it might be OK to go back outside.  Or at least half of them did... the other half sat on the barn door threshold and just looked out.

The Campbell's were totally over it in, like, 10 minutes.  LOL!

This weekend I had so many chores to do but I kept finding reasons to head over to the henyard.  Buffy's Welsummer babies are so fun to watch!  She's teaching them where to forage for all the yummiest foods and they're learning fast.  I even noticed one of them was already trying to dust herself.

They love it when I salt the yard with fresh straw... they all run right out to eat up the seed heads.  Must be like hershey kisses in the chicken world!  Then they scratch around under it to see if any bugs might be hiding down there.  One of those chicks caught herself a cricket or something and I heard this ruckus of complaining cheeps then I saw her running across the yard with this bug sticking out of her beak.  All the babies were chasing her, complaining the whole time, and she was playing a good game of keep-away.  The early bird catches the grasshopper!

They're doing a lot of hopping, flapping and general running around and I can tell that Buffy feels that they're safest when she has the henyard to herself.  So I let everyone else out - except the two juvenile birds who are still too young to wander - and Buffy just lets her babies run like crazy all over.