Fowl Play Farm
My husband and I moved from Southern Oregon to the Central Coast of Oregon six years ago. After months of searching, we found a nice one acre parcel which has many cedar, fir, pine, and even myrtle trees. Sadly, we moved here without my beloved Anise goat. I had to give her up due to a back injury right before we sold our property. The injury partially paralyzed me from the waist down for two weeks.
These days, I’m mostly healed except for the burning sensation from time to time in my left leg. I miss my Anise more than I can express. I truly miss her delicious milk.
A year ago, we bought nine Buff Orpington chicks. One turned out to be a rooster and the hens became great layers in January of this year.
One day back in May, we were at our local feed store, and my husband wandered to a back room. He soon called my name and waved me over. “Come look at this.”
I followed him to the chick incubation room. And he pointed to a bin full of an assortment of brown and yellow ducklings. “Look at these.”
I ohhed, and ahhed and agreed they were so very cute. My husband said, “Do you want one?”
Do I want one? I said, “Oh, yes! I’ve always wanted ducks.”
I decided on a yellow duckling but the store owner said we can’t buy just one, so we picked two. I found out later that is a law in every state. Ducks can die from loneliness and need a partner. Even though this was an impulsive buy, I had all I needed to put these cute ducklings in a crate with heat, a water, and starter mash. The pic below was taken when they were 2 1/2 months old.
In the next segment of Fowl Play Farm, I’ll share the difference between chickens and ducks. And some of you may say ducks are not for them and some of you may decide to raise ducks~
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