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Poor Duck
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Juliana    Posted 06-11-2003 at 17:41:54       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Since we moved here to Tn. in April, a pair of wild ducks have adopted us. Fed them the left over bread and they came around like clock work. Monday the guy came and mowed the hay field next to my place. Killed the mother and the seven eggs. The poor drake has come every night, calling for her, not knowing that she has gone to duck heaven. She was the only female, too. We feel so sorry for him. :-(


DeadCarp    Posted 06-11-2003 at 19:20:28       [Reply]  [No Email]
We had a similar experience with mallards - after roaming all over for 30 years we came home to a place on the river and settled down. That year we started feeding a pair of mallards by the dock, and they blessed us with 12 ducklings. Oh we had fun watching them grow and play among the cattails and how they handled intruders and the ducklings roosted on the boat ladder and there was always a weezer who couldn't quite keep up. By more luck than anything, the whole bunch made it until that Fall when duck season opened. Opening morning i heard shotgun shots down the way and decide to take a look - a father was so glad that his 12-yr-old had shot his first duck and he's a man now and boy they'll eat good tonite and so on -
Well, that nite out of 14, only 3 came back for their cracked corn - we could hear the survivors calling all nite. Almost enough to make me dislike duck hunters. :)




Salmoneye    Posted 06-12-2003 at 03:46:54       [Reply]  [No Email]
Those are the chances you take when you feed wild animals...

It is illegal in VT, but many people do it anyway...


Juliana    Posted 06-12-2003 at 18:14:56       [Reply]  [No Email]
The ducks have been for years and raised a few other babies. The hay was so high no one could have seen the nest. I know these things happen. Have raised wildlife for release, so have witnessed other sad stories.


Kelly    Posted 06-11-2003 at 19:30:36       [Reply]  [No Email]
Deadcarp, I guess I would just eat chicken all the time, I think I could kill a chicken, but wildlife, I just don't get into hunting, I love to watch nature, not kill it. I guess I'm just a softie. :)


Kelly    Posted 06-11-2003 at 19:09:50       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Well, thats such a sad story. If it makes anybody feel better, I rescued a duck just a couple of weeks ago. It came waddling down the street, (mind you I live in a crowded neighborhood) quacking its little heart out. It looked so pitiful, like someone had kept it in a pen and it had beat its wings on the fencing to get out and beat them up so bad it couldn't fly. It had to be someones "pet". Not very well taken care of, dirty, probably had no water to bathe in. So, I took it upon myself to go get my border collie Tip and her and I rounded the poor soul up to the back yard, I got one of my small animal carriers and took him down to the local nature preserve (beautiful place) and with their permission dropped her off at the big pond. I go and check on her, shes just a common white duck, but she made a friend right away with another oddball duck, and she is doing fine.


Cindi    Posted 06-12-2003 at 03:44:54       [Reply]  [Send Email]
One of my husband's favorite stories is one from when he was about twelve years old and lived in rural Texas. They had a mother goose that adopted them. One day she showed up with about ten little goslings. The family learned really quick that these goslings were not to be petted or held as Ms Goose would not tolerate that.

One afternoon she was crossing the road from the house to the pond, all the little babies in a row behind her, and a car stopped to allow her to pass, but the driver, a woman, dressed to the nines, got impatient, so she got out to 'shoo' the ducks on across the road. This was a rural dirt road, with very little traffic. It was assumed that fancy lady was lost, or visiting.

In her high heels and with her pocketbook as a aid, she got behind the goslings and tried to kind of hurry them along.

"C'mon, ducky ducky."

Fred said it took about three seconds for mama goose to get her dander up and land herself right in the middle of impatient ladies fancy hairdo and from that point on all you could see was hair and feathers flying.

The fray lasted for several minutes and fancy lady ended up with a pretty healthy scratch down one cheek, a broken heel, and flew back to her car and took off leaving pocketbook lying in the road.

They checked the purse, it had nothing in it but a handerkerchief, a hand mirror, a pack of cigarettes and a book of matches. They left it beneath a tree by the road in case she came back for it.

About a week later they came home from town and found mama goose and about six of the baby geese had been run over in the road. The purse was gone. There was much speculation that fancy lady had come back for her revenge.


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