When I First Heard Ducks Could Live in Cities… I blinked. Then I laughed. Raising ducks in a tiny urban backyard? It sounded like trying to keep a dolphin in a bathtub. I thought ducks…
When I first dipped my toes into backyard poultry keeping, I thought chickens were quirky enough on their own. Then I saw a group of waddling ducks flapping around a pond and thought, “Why not…
When I first dipped my boots into backyard farming, I assumed ducks were just messier chickens with webbed feet. Boy, was I in for a surprise. Sure, both birds wear feathers and squawk for treats,…
I remember the first time my ducks stopped laying eggs. One day I was out in the yard, gathering yolky treasures like it was a backyard Easter hunt—those rich, golden duck eggs tucked in straw…
I remember the first time I saw a domestic duck waddling near a pond at the edge of town. It looked out of place—like someone dressed it up for a fancy dinner and forgot to…
The first time I cracked open a duck egg, I knew I was dealing with something different. The shell felt like ceramic—sturdy, thick, a little beast compared to a chicken egg. After my breakfast, I…
If you’re like me and keep ducks for their charming personalities and delicious eggs, you know that a dirty duck egg can be a real pain in the neck. Ducks are adorable mud lovers —…
When I first dipped my toes into the world of duck keeping, I had a dream: a cheerful backyard full of waddling, quacking harmony. I envisioned Pekins, Runners, and Khaki Campbells all lounging together under…
If you’ve ever walked into your duck pen on a frosty morning expecting to gather a clutch of warm, speckled eggs—only to come up empty-handed—you’re not alone. I remember the first winter with my flock…