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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 18:10:19 GMT
Let me put this out there. Chickens and ducks are not fun pets. They produce an amazing amount of poop. An overwhelming amount of poop. Poop everywhere. I am tired of poop.
Chicken soup has doubled in size , and is almost fully feathered. Still weighs less than a pound. Quackers now weighs 3 pounds. Yup 3 pounds. We can watch her actually grow. We had a bit of worry, because she started breathing heavy and panting. Giving her showers got us through that. Today she has picked up a new trick. . She spits up when I pick her up. Extremely gross, but normal.
Both birds loved, adore, and cuddle with my husband. The duck loves to get under his chin. I am sure that isn't going to continue much longer. The duck is growing to fast.
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Post by freebird on May 12, 2015 18:29:32 GMT
I have chickens. They free range and I have 2 acres so the poop doesn't bother me. A few years ago my husband got me 4 ducks. It was a nightmare. I felt so bad I didn't have any place for them to swim, bought them a pool which they mucked up terribly within minutes. I couldn't get close to them at all. Finally sent them to live on a farm with more ducks in exchange for 2 laying hens. It's been great ever since. I'll never have another duck but I do love to play with them at the farm store during chick days.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 18:42:21 GMT
I think the chicken would live to have a broom and dust pan to clean up after duck.
How are your chickens doing ? Any more problems with the roaming dogs?
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Post by scrapmaven on May 12, 2015 19:56:32 GMT
I love their names.
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Post by greenlegume on May 12, 2015 20:07:33 GMT
Yeah, I would never consider chickens or ducks as pets. When they're babies they're amazingly cute and sweet, but unless you can let them free-range, they are a nightmare. I will never forget our family's experience in HOUSTON with a chicken when I was a tween. Now, we did live in the suburbs with country-ish surroundings. Big emphasis on t the ish, though! A fully-grown chicken somehow made its way onto our back patio. Our mom inexplicably took a fancy to this chicken. When the chicken started pecking at the sliding doors on either end of the patio, Mom decided it was hungry and that she needed to feed her. By this time (a couple of hours), the chicken had already gotten a pretty good start on shatting up the patio. My siblings and I argued with her that feeding it was not a good idea, but she was having none of our "sass." She went and poured a bunch of dry, uncooked grits into/onto something or other for "Henny Penny" as mom had now dubbed her. The damned chicken would peck at us if we tried to enter or exit through either sliding door. Luckily, there was a true back door a short distance away (from the outside), but HP would chase us when we used that one as well. Dad got home from work that night and found an aggressive chicken, and a patio covered in chicken poop, with a fairly decent layer of grits all over the top of it all. HP was a really messy eater. Anyone who's ever had to scrubbed dried on grits off anything will understand what a nightmare this is. I'm not sure Dad had prior experience with scrubbing grits off dishes or anything, but he learned pretty fast when it came time to try to get them off the poo covered patio. He went dad-ballistic and an epic fight ensued between our parents with much yelling, lots of profanity on dad's end, and lots of giggling from us kids about all the chicken shit references. Mom for some reason, doubled down, and kept feeding the chicken. This went on for about a week, and that patio was something else. Dad spent many a long evening that week with water hoses, the most powerful nozzles he could find, and lots of scraping, sweating, and carrying on. My memory escapes me on the details of how detente was finally reached, but Mom finally enlisted the help of a neighbor on our street who bought eggs from someone in the general vicinity and that chicken lady found HP a home somewhere in the country. At least, that's what we were told! We were griping constantly about not being able to play outside and swim in the pool, the patio, and all the poop near the pool*, so maybe that's why Mom finally broke. Who knows? Dad grumblingly hired someone to thoroughly clean and powerwash the patio and sidewalk and patio area around the pool the day HP left, and life soon return to its normal level of dysfunction as opposed to the DEFCON 5 level we had been at. That experience put me off chickens forever. We hatched some every year in K (a set arrangement with a farmer who gave us the eggs and then took the chicks back a couple of weeks after they hatched, and I did ok with those. We even had a duckling or two a few times, and they were just as sweet as they could be, but I've never had a desire or the space to have ducks running around. Same with chickens. I guess some of my childhood traumas have served me well ![(rofl)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/rofl.png) *our theory was that HP patrolled and pooped around the pool at night while we were all asleep.
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Post by MaryMary on May 12, 2015 20:11:06 GMT
Seriously, the poo. We finally got a chicken tractor and that has taken care of it, though.
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Post by StephDRebel on May 12, 2015 21:07:25 GMT
I've got a half dozen chickens and poop just isn't an issue. we have them in a fenced area where they get plenty of greens and the poop just kind of composts itself I suppose. They don't even smell.
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Post by freebird on May 12, 2015 21:11:12 GMT
I think the chicken would live to have a broom and dust pan to clean up after duck. How are your chickens doing ? Any more problems with the roaming dogs?
No more roaming dogs right now. I think the neighbor keeps a better eye on his dog now (the one that killed all the chickens and trapped me he had put down). I caught my OWN DOG chasing the chickens the other day. Huge trouble. A shitstorm rained down on him (pun intended).
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 21:14:37 GMT
I've got a half dozen chickens and poop just isn't an issue. we have them in a fenced area where they get plenty of greens and the poop just kind of composts itself I suppose. They don't even smell. It isn't the chicken, it is the duck. Omg the poop, I swear that the duck poop is bigger than the cat poop. They are getting to the point where they will be getting their own house and yard. My husband is putting it on wheels, so we can move it .
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 21:17:13 GMT
I think the chicken would live to have a broom and dust pan to clean up after duck. How are your chickens doing ? Any more problems with the roaming dogs?
No more roaming dogs right now. I think the neighbor keeps a better eye on his dog now (the one that killed all the chickens and trapped me he had put down). I caught my OWN DOG chasing the chickens the other day. Huge trouble. A shitstorm rained down on him (pun intended).
Our dog just follows them around. When they are outside in their play yard we leave the dog with them so she can chase off the neighbor dogs if needed.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 4:10:02 GMT
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Post by M in Carolina on May 13, 2015 5:21:22 GMT
When we lived at the beach, my dad's office was right beside the boat marina. A nesting female mallard duck got run over and left 4 little ducklings, so my dad took them home for us to raise, thinking we'd just turn them loose outside the marina with the other ducks once they were big enough to fend for themselves.
Dad even built a little pen which had a little duck pool. Everything went fine. We released the ducks, who promptly sank up to their beaks in the canal because they didn't have parents to teach them to waterproof their feathers. The ducks did learn after a while.
The ducks at the beach were beloved by most, and they'd completely shut down the main causeway when they'd walk across with their ducklings. People would stop and herd the ducks across the 6 lane highway--I've done it myself more times than I can count.
We moved to a lot surrounded by salt marsh, so we didn't have any neighbors. We loved the birds around the marsh, but we didn't have any ducks.
So my dad got this romantic notion that he'd get some more mallard ducklings, get me to raise them, and then we'd have these ducks that would hang out in the water, nest, and be so cute.
Yeah, no.
The ducks decided that they didn't want to live in the marsh behind our house because our concrete open air carport and lawn were so much more comfortable.
I was in charge of spraying down the poo. So much poo. My dad didn't understand why I couldn't keep up with the poo--just spray in the morning and night.
So one day when my dad is at home all day, I don't spray down the poo at all and let him see just how much poo I was being expected to clean up after. As soon as I was done, the carport would be covered in poo again.
The ducks were moved to a campground that had a huge duck pond and was already covered in duck poo.
My dad was a very logical man, but he got carried away with birds. He also tried to get Purple Martins for years. His herculean efforts took several years before we had a nesting couple. We even moved our martin house from our old house to the new--and Dad found a dead martin in the house. He thought he'd killed it and was so upset. I think it had just died. Mom and I just shook our heads. You'd have thought that we would have been overrun by purple martins with as many mosquitoes we had, but nope. The swallows loved the purple martin house, which drove my dad nuts.
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