Sunday, March 10, 2013
There are only two ducks left in the barn now. B.D. and Lucky.
B.D. is a Muscovy duck and my very favourite boy. Appropriately named Big Duck (BD for short) as he's large, about goose size. Muscovies don't quack but make a hissing sound and BD greets me like an old dog when he's out of the barn, rushing forward, crest up, hissing madly, tail wagging furiously.
Lucky, the other duck, is a Pekin, the classic white duck of fairytales and nursery rhymes and who the sketch is based on. Pekins are lovely ducks but very, very chatty. They are constantly on the prowl, sifting through grass and talking to anything that will stand still long enough.
Lucky was so named as he survived a bad attack by a mink and then another by an owl. A tendon in Lucky's neck was damaged so his neck is crooked, aside from that he's just fine. He and the two remaining ducks who survived the mink attack had been placed in a pen in the meadow til the owl visit, that killed his two companions. BD had recently lost his constant companion Buddy, so he and Lucky joined forces and are inseparable. One would be lost without the other.
I think I would too.