So in the early summer of 2016, Maisie was reaching that age where she was actually getting interested in the world around her and the kid went mad for ducks, I would take her to all sorts of places to get a fix of a duck, if we took her to the local wildlife park, her favourite bit, not the monkey’s, the penguins or giraffes, nope the ducks!
I’ve always loved ducks myself and I found myself really wanting a couple of pet ducks, at the time we lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere with a huge back garden and our landlord was happy for us to have some ducks. So i researched breeds, their temperment what each breed needs, how big they are, how easy to train etc etc. I did my sums on building them a run, a bath, a house, how much food was, how much straw etc was. We even went to a poultry auction to get a feel for what ducks were around, how much they were going for etc.
I had the names picked out too, we were going to have;
Then I realised, if we got ducks we would be committed to living in our house for a long time (and it had a good few issues) and it would mean no babies for a few years as the ducks would be my responsibility and I knew I wouldn’t be able to care for them properly whilst pregnant and with a kid and a mental dog.
Weirdly I wasn’t too worried about the dog with the ducks, although he likes to chase a chicken and a duck, once he had gotten used to them (I had a plan for that too) they would totally own him.
But that nagging thought of no babies for some time hit me, and I had my realisation (with another perfect moment while out for lunch with Muj) that I wanted another baby, more than I want ducks.
Luna is beginning to reach a similar age that Maisie was when the duck lust started and I was thinking about that the other night (during a night feed) and once again the duck broodiness hit. However, we no longer live on a farm, we live in the middle of suburbia with a tiny garden and I just about cope with a toddler, a baby, a needy dog and a few fish. Our income is down to John’s salary and it’s not practical, but still I have that broodiness for Harry Quacker and Voldeduck.
Sometimes I dream about that big lottery win, and we have a nice house (not too big, think of the cleaning) and I finally have my ducks. I am also pleased to find that this time there was no worry in the finality of no babies for some time if we were to acquire ducks.
For now, I will keep getting my fix with visits to the nearby pond, for now, and yes, I get a weird fix through Sarah and Duck on CBEEBIES….
One day ducks, one day.