Mama duck Eugenia is still on the nest. I expect the eggs to hatch any day now! I've lost count of how many are in there.
She's fiercely protective and attacks my feet if I get anywhere near her nest when I'm in the duckhouse. Good little mama!
Gordon has almost finished building a separate house for Mama and babies, in the tarp-covered dog run next to the chickens. I'll take pictures later. It's not beautiful but it's sturdy as hell!
Here are Charlie, MacGregor and Ronna enjoying the grassy run while the chickens, who ruined THEIR grassy run, look on jealously.
Meanwhile, in the coop, Charlotte and Ellie spend most of their time up near the ceiling! Not long after I put Charlotte back in the coop after her stay in our front porch chicken hospital last month, she moulted in an explosion of feathers. Honestly, when I went in the coop and saw the pile of black feathers on the ground, I thought a predator had finally gotten in and eaten a hen. Nope! It was just Charlotte, dropping a chicken-load of plumage.
Ellie has moulted too. The two girls spend their days "upstairs", away from the roosters, and their feathers are finally growing back, even the one on Charlotte's poor bald head.
Her breathing is still a tad raspy but since she's doing well in every other respect, I'm not going to worry about it. Soon she will be feathered out and back to her beautiful self.