posted 1 year ago
How to Carry a Duckling
In your shirt of course...
We had 3 ducklings hatch 2 days ago. We are totally out of infrastructure because my Muscovy insisted ongoing broody multiple times this year, and the last mom hatched out 11 Muscovy ducklings, which she thinks is wonderful, but I'm inclined to consider excessive... However, that's an aside.
So Mom had to move into a "mini-hoop" and I had to add her to a mini-hoop with a mom supervising 2 almost 4 week old khakis. This is not ideal, but the best I could do. However, as I arrived in the field at duckie bedtime, I realized one duckling had ended up shivering in the duckie bathtub. I hauled it out, dried it off, and.... tucked in in my shirt. I wear an undershirt as well, so it wasn't the "skin to skin" they say for hypothermia, but even babies can have sharp claws.
Trying to do all my evening work without squishing said duckling (including retrieving 2 chickens that weren't where they belong and relocating a third chicken who was being picked on by a roommate, but that's another aside...) was difficult and I did give up on a couple of things. It seemed warmer, so I tried putting it back with mom, but it just wasn't moving well enough, and my guess was that its internal temperature was still too low to risk leaving it.
So how did I carry it all the way from the field to the house? Why, inside my shirt of course... It is a bit strange to have one's abdomen "peeping".
I had some baking that *had* to be done. Lots of peeping and squirming going on, but I coped. However, I had some emails to write... Peeper was getting more adventurous. Climbed up between the undershirt and shirt, slid down the sleeve, and popped out at the cuff. I soooo... wish I could have gotten a picture! However when I tried to put it down on a towel beside me while I read a book, it still didn't seem to be walking all that well, and I hadn't convinced it to eat a bit of cooked oats, so into the incubator it went for the night.
I tried - I really tried - to just put it in a tote on the floor with food and water while I made breakfast. It peeped and peeped and jumped out. It was making a bee-line for the stairs when Hubby came up the stairs and it changed its mind. I closed the kitchen doors. It's definitely more mobile, it has eaten a little breakfast, but where does it sound happiest??? In my shirt!
I'm not allowed to head for the field until I've got my tea into me as I dehydrate easily. But yes, I'll carry it to the field in my shirt, and then with any luck, I can dump it back in with mom when no one's looking...