I rescue ducks and teach them how to not get hit by cars. I can’t eat duck since I began hangin’ around w/them after the BP oil spill when they moved further south to our complex. They’re like dogs. Seriously. They have different personalities. Helping ducks has interfered with everything else I do in life but no regrets.
I hatched and raised 3 mallards one summer after a raccoon tore up their nest and frightened their mother away. That was an experience. Yes, they do have different personalities.
I had one that hatched a week after the first 2 and the first 2 bullied him mercilessly. He didn’t even develop his male colors until after the first 2 (male & female) had flown away. When he was all by himself here, he developed beautiful male plumage. He actually came back here the following spring, but he didn’t stay because we have no natural water. He had a different colored bill and responded to “Ducker, ducker” so I knew it was him.
They really are. I wish I'd known you before I had to let Psycho Duck go. He went to a rescue way out in the country. The other duck I regrettably kept. Every day for two weeks he sat for hours at the very spot where Psycho Duck was captured and taken away. It must have become obvious his buddy wasn't coming back, and he left too. I don't know where he went, but I wish I'd have let him go with his friend. One of the most sad animal things I've ever seen.