I half miss half don't miss all these little ducky bums.
We got a bunch of them from a farmer whose barn yard had flooded, so they had some medical issues like swamp foot & wet feather that took time to heal. Some had to be put down, some we ate because they were total troublemakers (like, trying to drown the other ducks, constant fighting & generally terrorizing all the other critters). The muscovies had angel wing from an improper diet as ducklings, and they were complete brats. I named them Sid Vicious and Billy Idol.
By the end of that summer they had this puddle well dug and quite deep.
