Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Eight eggs per day. Woo-hoo!

My hens are doing great but I've got to do something about that crazy white Moscovy Drake of mine. He is lonely--he needs a girl duck. All he has done for days is chase every hen that looks remotely white.
Its getting embarrassing.
Yesterday while I was mucking out the lambing stalls I hear this enormous ruckus and sure enough it's D.B. Cooper the name he has earned by degrees.
His name started out as Duck Breath--but was shortened to D.B. the other day which of course lent itself to D.B. Cooper because I am going to have to pen him up because he can't leave the girls alone.
Yesterday was kind of hilarious because several hens and the Wyandotte rooster joined me chasing down that perverted Duck. This current group of hens are way cool---they look after their own.

Here is a portrait of the culprit ---peering in the door of the coop. Never let him near your hens unchaperoned.

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