On March 27th I brought home 2 ducklings from our local farm supply store. I had always wanted a pet duck, but never really thought it would be a reality. Then one day my mom said there were a couple of ducks running around near her friend’s house, and that she was going to bring them to me. Well when she tried to catch them, they led her to their home. So she left them alone. But since she had been talking to me through the whole deal, she promised to get me baby ducks.
When they came home I had no clue what I was getting myself into. The were these 2 tiny, yellow, loud, messy birds. So fragile, but so adorable. I brought them home with food, a watering container, a feeding container and no previous knowledge of how to care for any “wild” bird. I researched a lot online, finding the majority of the useful information on BackyardChickens.com (I highly recommend it). I found out that these 2 are a breed of duck called Pekin. They get pretty big, between 8-13 pounds. And they will be big and white like the Aflac duck.
The first couple of days they stayed in a large plastic tote with the lid off. There was enough room in there for them to move around and make a mess without staying dirty themselves. Then I borrowed a handmade snake box from my boss at work, and that worked for a brooder for them for a couple weeks. However when they would play in their water, it didn’t dry. So I soon put them back into the plastic tote. When it got warm during the day they were outside in a small fenced area of the yard, and during the night or when it was colder they were inside in the tote. Then one of them got sick, and since I had to take her to the vet I had to give them names (which I could never decide on before). Since they seemed like a male and a female to me, I named them Cecil and Lola. Lola was sick.
It started out that she was just lethargic. Then she just got weaker and weaker. Following a veterinarian’s advice, I tried to syringe feed her for about a day and a half to two days. But it wasn’t helping. When she quit having any interest in water I knew it was time to do the humane thing and put her to sleep and Sean buried her in our back yard. It was a sad day, but I didn’t want to see her suffer anymore. I never thought I could be so attached to a duck, but I cried. I still don’t know what was wrong with her. I don’t know if it was an intestinal blockage or an infection or something else. But Cecil stayed healthy.
Cecil had a hard time adjusting to being alone. But instead of being bonded with Lola, he re-bonded with me. He’s been my buddy ever since. He still comes in and sleeps in his tub at night so I know he’s safe. There’s barely room for him to move around much in there anymore, but he seems to like it. When he comes in at night he just settles right in. He likes to cuddle up with me on the couch when I let him in. Otherwise he likes to float around in his wading pool outside all day. He gets along with the dog and cats, and definitely stands his ground when they try to push him around. The kids adore him as well. He likes to eat the dog’s food quick before I put him to bed, when he comes in at night. It just makes me laugh. At nearly 2 months old, he’s a very loved and spoiled duck. He has brought me so much joy. Like I said, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I’m so glad he’s a part of our family, and I hope we can enjoy him for many more years to come!