I always enjoy your posts, Nicole.
Maybe your ducks ain't hungry?
The full-length story I laid out in the topic "My Insane Compost".
Basically all the animals want SOME part of what's in that bucket--and the entire farm moves slowly across ten acres, about ten feet at a time. The ducks get first crack at the goodies since they come the closest to actually paying their own way. They devour watermelon, love green plant scraps, enjoy bread crusts and burnt croutons with butter, and sometimes little bits of meat, fish skins and the like. Then I pull the cages forward the next day, and whatever's left the rest can fight over. Goats, donkey, sheep, and dog all go through the pickings. So far I haven't seen any sickness cross the species barrier--though that is a concern of mine.
I should have added the more responsible caveat that giving my ducks goodies actually HURTS my egg production, as whatever they eat in vegetable matter replaces an equal amount of high protein layers pellets (and when
compost is up, the number of eggs does indeed go down). Nothing in that compost
bucket equals the optimum production inputs that the commercial feeds bring about.
If I wanted to maximize output, Tyson has taught us very well how to do that--I probably don't have to explain. I feel that less output, with a more varied diet, and interesting little bits for them to talk to each other about, seems to have some health benefits--more and different kinds of nutrients to be sure.
But these are, on the whole, a pretty happy bunch of duckies. They're like little kids, they see me coming with the buckets and everybody goes "YAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!! WATERMELOOOOOOON!!!
They make me giggle every day. That's got to be worth something.