Thoughts on Ducks.

Ducks plotting a feathered regime.

It has, not recently mind you, occurred to me that ducks are very smart creatures. I just recently spent 5 days away from home, dog sitting for some close, and wonderful friends of mine. I worried daily about my feathered companions; were they getting enough food, were they lonely, had one of the dogs gotten out of his pen and eaten them, were they plotting world domination and not letting me in on the plot? You know the normal stuff.

Then I came home, and went out to see them. With great pride I watched them waddle up to me -at a safe duck distance of five feet- and quack their precious (and peculiar) adolescent quacks. I was overjoyed!

I have tried to spend as much time with them as possible since, because let's face it, with ducks who plot to overthrow the world, you want to be in their best graces.

Food sources.

Ok, so the whole egg thing, a complete failure, but worry not my friends, there turns out to be another food they just adore. Dog food. That's right folks, the ducks like dog food. The dry stuff of course.

When eating dog food it is the only time I have seen them remotely aggressive to each other. So I don't give it regularly for a few reasons; 1. Dog food is for dogs, not ducks, and as such the protein levels may be different. Too different. 2. They don't need a food source that causes aggression toward one another on a regular basis. That would be bad parenting on my part. 3. They need to be bribed somehow!

On a completely unrelated note, in the pictures I have posted you can notice a small badge like coloring on the wings. This badge, it changes color when you move around! It looks blue, green and purple, it's great! It is like they have their own mood ring...no wait...mood wings! Hahaha, many was that corny!

Eggs...eggs my foot.

So I have read in several places that ducks like eggs that have been hard boiled, and served with the shells. I tried this, and I have found that to not be the case. Who am I to say the experts are wrong, though.

Fact is my ducks, the fine feathered hooligans they are, do not even care one bit about eggs, the shells, or anything else to do with them. I will, for posterity sake, keep trying to feed them eggs and see if maybe, one day, they will warm up to the idea.