Wild Black Ducks
I looked out the window this morning to see if the deer might be in the food plot and spotted a pair of wild black ducks. It’s not unusual to have wild ducks here this time of year. There isn’t any open water for them other than flooded spots like our field. Our Khaki Campbells and Runners were in their pen. I took the camera out and sneaked around the shed to get a few shots. Later, I went out to work in the high tunnel and scared them away. I let our ducks out to enjoy the water and some freedom after the long winter, and I knew the wild ducks would return.
Ava and Zoey napped outside the tunnel in the little bit of sunshine we had this afternoon. The wild ducks came back, the dogs didn’t care, and before long the ducks were all “hey, we’re new here” and “make yourselves at home but stay away from our girls.” Our drakes will beat the holy hell out of each other if one gets too close to the other’s hens. The newcomer though, not a problem. By the end of the afternoon they were mingling and napping and all was well in the duck world. They didn’t leave until Steve and I walked out back and scared them. I bet they’ll be back.