So last week I told you about the little duckling our neighbour brought over. We put him in a cooler, thus the name Coleman, and gave him chick starter, some water and a feather duster to give him a momma.
Eventually he was just too big for for the cooler and the weather was warm so out to the tractor with him!. I had bought some ducklings at the Millet sale (GREAT SALE!) so that he would have buddies to be with. Dana took him out, plunked him in and came back to the house. About a half hour later I went out to work on the kennel. I stepped outside, through the house dog yard and around the deck. I heard a strange peeping and eventually saw Coleman! He was on the other side of the chainlink fence. I called Dana to come get the duck while I kept the three huskies distracted. If Coleman had come back through the chain link he would have been a Siber Snack! Dane rescued him and brought him hack to the tractor. For love nor money could we figure out how he got out, but boy was he trying everything he could again. Eventually we went back to the house and suddenly there was a peeepeepepeeeeeeeeep! from behind and there he was, running to catch up. So that was that, back into the house he went.
To give you an idea about his initial route to get back to the house he 1. escaped the tractor, 2. crossed the lawn and was not eaten by magpies, 3. went around the van and crossed the driveway, 4. came up to the house, 5. got through the chainlink around the house yard, 6. was not eaten by the huskies, 7. went around the deck, 8. though a second set of chainlink.
Well little Coleman is in the house and is thriving! He has a bunny cage with a little bowl of water, a very large bowl of food (my Lord he knows how to eat!) and a box, with his feather duster. He has turned out to be a real little character. He loooves playing with the plastic tab on the feather duster. He enjoys the bundles of grass tied in his pen, and watching all the goings on. He chirps and peeps and coos to himself. At bed time he walks into his box and goes to sleep. It is truly charming to hear him purrrrrrr happily. He is a ver sound sleeper and sometimes staggers out of his bedroom not quite awake. There is lots of yawning and stretching and and stumbling about. When he came to us he fit in the palm of your hand and was a brilliant neon yellow with dark grey. Now he has much less yellow with a lot of grey.
We were very careful to not touch or play with him when he was in the cooler, we didnt want him bonding with us, however it was life or death for little Coleman, so now he is the kitchen duck... or is he a duck? He is pretty big, has a dark bill and feet, is waaaaay calmer than the Khackie Campbells, likes to follow things.... what if he is a GOOSE?!
Next installment of the Coleman Chronicles..... Duck.... Duck,... Goose?
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Eventually he was just too big for for the cooler and the weather was warm so out to the tractor with him!. I had bought some ducklings at the Millet sale (GREAT SALE!) so that he would have buddies to be with. Dana took him out, plunked him in and came back to the house. About a half hour later I went out to work on the kennel. I stepped outside, through the house dog yard and around the deck. I heard a strange peeping and eventually saw Coleman! He was on the other side of the chainlink fence. I called Dana to come get the duck while I kept the three huskies distracted. If Coleman had come back through the chain link he would have been a Siber Snack! Dane rescued him and brought him hack to the tractor. For love nor money could we figure out how he got out, but boy was he trying everything he could again. Eventually we went back to the house and suddenly there was a peeepeepepeeeeeeeeep! from behind and there he was, running to catch up. So that was that, back into the house he went.
To give you an idea about his initial route to get back to the house he 1. escaped the tractor, 2. crossed the lawn and was not eaten by magpies, 3. went around the van and crossed the driveway, 4. came up to the house, 5. got through the chainlink around the house yard, 6. was not eaten by the huskies, 7. went around the deck, 8. though a second set of chainlink.
Well little Coleman is in the house and is thriving! He has a bunny cage with a little bowl of water, a very large bowl of food (my Lord he knows how to eat!) and a box, with his feather duster. He has turned out to be a real little character. He loooves playing with the plastic tab on the feather duster. He enjoys the bundles of grass tied in his pen, and watching all the goings on. He chirps and peeps and coos to himself. At bed time he walks into his box and goes to sleep. It is truly charming to hear him purrrrrrr happily. He is a ver sound sleeper and sometimes staggers out of his bedroom not quite awake. There is lots of yawning and stretching and and stumbling about. When he came to us he fit in the palm of your hand and was a brilliant neon yellow with dark grey. Now he has much less yellow with a lot of grey.
We were very careful to not touch or play with him when he was in the cooler, we didnt want him bonding with us, however it was life or death for little Coleman, so now he is the kitchen duck... or is he a duck? He is pretty big, has a dark bill and feet, is waaaaay calmer than the Khackie Campbells, likes to follow things.... what if he is a GOOSE?!
Next installment of the Coleman Chronicles..... Duck.... Duck,... Goose?
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