I’ve heard about chicken math. It’s the concept that they just multiply. Need one? Buy six. It’s never enough.
But I’ve learned it applies to ducks.
Blaine and I went to the feed store for chicks. We quickly learned the varieties we were familiar with were sold out, prices for chicks are crazy high, and we decided to just get six Naked Necks. The decision was easy: if we wanted only hens, and it was the same price for all chicks, we got what we could. We got half a dozen. Blaine suggested I needed to get some ducks. I’ve wanted them for awhile but always talk myself out of them.
I said I’d get two. He suggested four. I got three yellow ducks. Blaine called the feed store he works for and had them set out chick feed before they locked up and closed the gate. We got there, grabbed the bag of chick starter that they’d set out, and learned it was not suitable for the ducks. We had to run into town to get a third location to get duck feed. And… that store had brown ducks.
And this is how I now own six ducklings, and furthermore, share my living room with them.
They love the water. It never fails to impress me how God created things so intricately that they have immediate leanings toward what they were created for. It’s just cool. We’re definitely going through lots more bedding for the ducks than for the chicks.
The kids all love them. A lot. Lach and Creed pull chairs up to the birds just to sit and watch.
I’m meeting a friend for some eggs later today that I’ll put into the incubator. They’ll totally be mutts of a handful of good egg layer varieties, but we’re going to give it a go.
Slowly but surely, we’re building a farm again. I mean… yeah. Now Blaine has to move building that chicken coop to the top of his list because my living room will only work for so long!