Or, a Series of Unfortunate Farm Events
Uh-oh, someone’s out of the nest.
I’ll save you!
Back safe and sound
Now I’d really like the story to just end right there. Unfortunately farming isn’t all cuteness and fluff. If you’re looking for cuteness and fluff, you might want to try another blog about puppies or kittens or rainbow ponies. This blog you’re reading right now is peppered with tales of tragedy and woe.
Two ducks were setting on nests in the duck shed. The night before these pictures were taken, all of the first duck’s ducklings disappeared. The night after these pictures were taken, all of these ducklings disappeared. No sign of them at all.
The first duck sat on her remaining eggs for a couple more days and then gave up and left. The second duck is still setting. Except that there was another unfortunate farm event today, wherein our boar Oliver escaped his pen, found the duck shed, and proceeded to lunch on duck eggs. So I’m not even sure if she has anything left to set on. (And the rotten egg smell emanating from the duck shed is extremely unfortunate.)
Then I saw another duck that had apparently hatched her eggs in the pasture somewhere. I could see her marching across the pasture with a bunch of ducklings following. Now I haven’t seen them in a couple of days. I’m hoping I’m just not looking at the right time of day.
I have 2 more ducks setting on nests in the chicken coop. Let’s hope for some success there. If not, then I guess ducks are just not going to be a good fit on our farm. Unfortunately.