Saturday, June 11, 2011
Down on Ducks
On Thursday night we gently herded all the ducks into the chicken tractor in the barnyard. Then Herb went inside and picked up the five drakes we had marked with silver spray paint that afternoon. We put them in Zephyr's crate and wheeled them out of the barnyard.
Friday morning about 8 a.m. Herb carried the first drake to the killing cones.
When Herb got the second duck into the cone, he reached down to get his knife and stood back up to find the duck perched on the edge of the cone looking at him. He had to grab it and put it back in again, which distressed both of them, to say the least.
I finally took over the first duck when it was mostly plucked so that Herb could get going on the second one. I finally had to settle for "good enough" and get on to the butchering.
We were both extremely discouraged, but decided to try one more time. The third duck went much better, and we felt we were finally learning . . . So Herb took the two remaining ducks back to the barnyard and set them free!
We knew when to give up on getting down from ducks! So we now have two lucky ducks sporting silver paint and courting the ladies along with the other three drakes. Perhaps they'll reward our mercy with lots of little Muscovies running around eating flies. They'll hardly have to fear for their lives!