Thu 26 Aug 2021 11:43:52 AM CDT
|Abigail and Margaret moved to
our farm this spring from town, where they were raised from
ducklings in a bath tub. Abigail grew up to be a male pekin,
which didn't quite fit with the female-centric name. He
doesn't seem to mind a bit. Margaret grew up to be a female
rouen with a loud "QUACK quack quack quack" laugh that
sounded way too cartoon to be real.
Ducks need water and they quickly outgrew their little
swimming pool. We dug them a small pond where the drain from
the patio could drain into it. An enormous amount of water
runs off the back yard and roof of the house through that
drain. Even a light rain results in considerable fresh water
directed into the pond, which helps to keep it from becoming
Directing that outflow into the pond also solved a pressing
problem that resulted from finishing the patio. A persistent
mud hole developed in front of the gate to the chicken yard,
downhill from the end of the patio drain, making daily
access to the chicken yard a mess.
At the back side of the pond is an overflow drain that
directs excess "fortified" pond water through the greenery
behind the pond. That greenery is almost entirely wild plums
that have a sweet candy flavor, sort of like a red
SweetTart. The ones in the pond outflow zone are plump and
juicy this year, at least twice the size of the plums that
grow just outside that zone. The water seeps across the
ground through the tree strip, eventually into a bean field;
there are no natural water flows or bodies within miles that
could be contaminated by escaping fish.
The pond is out in the open where it gets blasted by the sun
for most of the day. We built a dock to provide shade for
ducks and fish. The dock was built entirely from materials
reclaimed from an old deck that was removed from the house
during renovations. Even the screws came from the old deck.
The bolted truss pieces were still intact and just needed
minor adjustments to the leg lengths. There used to be a
huge pile of the trusses; we saved two of them when all the
construction debris was removed, for this purpose.
These pictures are mostly from the fourth of July. The duck
pond was a popular place to blow stuff up.
I stopped at the garden store one day and bought twenty five
feeder fish. I don't remember what they were called. They
looked kind of like little gold fish. We threw them into the
pond to help keep the bugs down. We also ordered six Mosquito
Fish online because they are supposed to eat lots of
During the preceding winter I took a pair of black mollies
from our big aquarium and put them into a smaller aquarium
of their own so the bigger Discus might not eat their
babies. Those mollies had a batch of babies that was
stunning. I was used to seeing two or three little black
mollies after the mother gave birth so I wasn't prepared
when it appeared that the entire bottom of the aquarium
moved as fifty tiny baby mollies schooled in unison just
above the sand. Those mollies were getting about medium size
when we built the pond, so that's where they went, into the
A few other fish had overstayed their welcome in the big
aquarium so they were "set free" into the pond. Those
comprised seven silver dollars that we got at Wal Mart and a
plecostomus. The silver dollars were barely the size of a
quarter when we bought them and they grew to be six inch
diameter ravenous plant eaters; no plant was safe from these
herbivorous close cousins to Piranha. The other fish to move
to the pond was Big Fish, a huge plecostomus that moved to
the farm from the city with us; the irony with Big Fish is
that he was the reason we bought the big 160 gallon aquarium
in the first place. He just grew too big; his long turds
would drape across everything in the tank, making it look
awful within a day of every cleaning. We had also read that
pleco's don't eat that much algae after they get big; don't
Big Fish got the last laugh when the big aquarium was
overrun by brown algae that coated everything in a thick
fuzzy layer. The plants were choking to death from being
coated so thickly with algae and the walls of the tank
became hard to see through, in only a short time. We got
seven algae eating catfish that all died, about one a day,
over the course of a week with no noticeable impact on the
algae. We got two tiny baby pleco's and within a few days
they had polished every leaf of every plant so that it was
bright and healthy and green. Every rock, statue and urn was
cleaned as if it had been individually removed and washed.
By the middle of summer the fish in the pond were thriving.
Frogs showed up, bags in hand, and joined the party. I like
frogs; they're much cooler than toads, of which we already
had plenty. It became common to see large schools of mollies
and mosquito fish floating at the surface, often schooling
together. The ducks go after them and I have to assume they
eat their fair share. The pond should be deep enough to keep
from freezing solid this winter so it will be fun to see if
any of the fish make it until spring. Chicken Little said,
as usual, this winter was going to be worse than ever,
colder, longer, snowier, you name it; we'll see.
The ducks became like pets, coming to wherever we were
working in the yard or garden. They seemed to like the
company of us and the dogs but not the chickens so much. On
more than one occasion, we saw Abigail chasing chickens out
of their area when he and Margaret were in the yard. At some
point they stopped going back into the chicken coop at
night, preferring instead to spend the night on or near the
One mid summer day, sunny warm and breezy, Margaret turned
to Abigail and said with a dreamy voice, "Oh Abigail, I just
love it here. Let's raise a family together." Margaret built
a nest under a large Lilac bush next to the old wagon and
lined it with down plucked from her breast. She laid half a
dozen eggs and started sitting on them. Poor Abigail hardly
got to see her once a day when she would leave the nest for
a short time and come down to the pond with him. Their time
together was always cut short when she had to return to the
Several days of this routine passed so it felt odd when we
didn't see Margaret for a couple of days. We looked in her
nest only to find it torn apart and the eggs scattered and
broken in a trail from the nest to where Paula found her
feathers. One of many possible night-time predators got her,
most likely a fox given the pattern of her death.
This was heartbreaking as the ducks had grown on us
strongly. They are fun and funny, way more personality than
a chicken. This is why we decided to build the duck coop. A
little wind mill by the pond sounded fun. After a bit of
planning, the duck coop took a full week to build with both
of us working on it all day every day, so many little
details. It's a shame Margaret doesn't get to raise her
- The third
picture shows some of the black mollies that have
thrived in the pond.
- Most of
the construction materials were leftover from the
old deck and from renovations to the house.
is almost entirely screwed, using reclaimed screws
from the old deck.
- Nails were
used only for the shingles (leftovers from the
house) and the beveled cedar siding (new material).
- Wind mill
lattice pieces were leftovers from the house. (We
finally built the lattice around the base of the
Ducks need companionship or they will die. The duck coop is
finished and we are waiting to populate it with some more
ducks. New ducklings will be arriving in mid October from
Murray McMurray Hatcheries. This is a little later than we
would have expected Margaret to hatch her eggs. We ordered
two female pekins for Abigail and three rouens, a male and
two females. Hopefully, Abigail will keep up his quacky
happy-go-lucky attitude until the big surprise arrives.
The little mill with the rounded door is kind of whimsical.
Perhaps we need a large gnome near the front door.
Duck Coop Wind Mill
- The duck
coop wind mill faces west.
- A feeder
is built into the northwest corner.
- Three nest
boxes are inside along the south wall.
shoulder roof panels are hinged for easy access to
the nest boxes and the feeder.
- The wind
mill turns on its axle but the blades are not
pitched to catch the wind (on purpose).
- The wind
mill needed a standoff from the building to clear
the roof, thus the axle bird house.
handles in the center of the doors are easy for
ducks to grab. ;)
Sat Feb 27 2021 at 7:16pm CDT
Woo hoo! We got ducks to live through the winter this year.
For the first few years, I would go out every morning in the winter and break a hole in the ice on the pond, for the ducks.
That got really old.
The water gets green and stinky by February and it always splashes straight up into your face.
Then we went a few years where we just let the coyotes get them in the fall.
About the first snow, we would stop closing the gate on the duck yard at night.
It didn't take more than a few days for them to get eaten.
This year we got a hydrant installed by the duck yard.
It is a water spigot that can be used all year around.
It changed our world here in the winter.
This winter we put a big plastic tub next to the hydrant and put a thermostatically controlled heater in it to keep it from freezing.
Keeping the ducks alive this winter was effortless.
We only lost one duck to a predator during the winter.
Paula thinks she interrupted the predator because she found the duck still alive, mortally wounded.
There was nothing we could do for it so we put it back out in a snowbank.
It was gone in the morning.
Perhaps it was wrong to reward the predator but it was hungry and the duck would otherwise go to waste.
Sat Feb 27 2021 at 7:20pm UTC
The hydrant also rescued us from hauling buckets of water to the chickens all winter long, as we have for many years.
That haul was going to become a lot worse with bunnies that need water every day.