It must be, we've dug them a pond.
Our new feathered friends were given a new pen this weekend, complete with swimming facilities.
We enlarged their run, hanging hawk netting over the top to help keep them safe from unwanted flying visitors.
Husband dug a pond and layed a liner down. While functional, it isn't exactly pretty, but I'm working on it.
I surrounded their coop with cement blocks to help keep digging visitors out. The blocks are filled with dirt and will be planted with lettuce soon, for the ducks nibbling pleasure.
I've only gotten one small corner of the pond landscaped with rocks, but it's a start. I planted some snakegrass at the water's edge for a little pond-like atmosphere. Over the next few weeks I'll finish the rocks, and I also plan to bring in a log and some more water plants. I don't think the ducks care one lick, but it makes me happy to have a pretty pond for them to swim in.
When we filled up the pond and let the ducks go, they headed right to it, cautiously stepping in, then erupting in happy quacks. They dove, and splashed, and frolicked. Seriously, these guys were frolicking! It's the first time they've ever swum and they took to it like... well, you know the saying. We all laughed at their antics and I got a little welled up at how happy they were. We laughed even harder when we let some minnows go in the pond. Henry, Loretta, and Barbara were butt-up trying to catch them. Carl supervised.
They seem to spend at least half of their day in the water. Remember that the Pekins were this dingy white on Friday?
Just check out Henry now. Sparkling white.
I hope they're as happy here as we are to have them.