Demise of the Duck Diner
Sunday, June 23, 2013 at 6:04AM Duck Wars: I've had to stop feeding the ducks. First it was the two pretty ducks, the male with only one foot and female,fondly named Chester and Miss Kitty. You have to be old like me to appreciate the names. They are Florida Mottled Ducks and have the sweetest faces I was buying a bag of cracked corn a week at the feed store. I had trained the dogs not to bark at them. Chester and Miss Kitty became very friendly, very tame. It was all good.
Then, these guys showed up...
They are Black Bellied Whistling Ducks and they are NOT nice at all. First there were two, then four and soon six. They began driving off Chester and Miss Kitty, literally swooping in and pecking at them. They started patrolling the lake and making weird noises if Chester and Miss Kitty came around.
The final outrage was when those nasty invaders attacked Poncho. Poncho and Taffy's favorite place to nap is about four feet away from the duck diner. They sleep in the sun by the Bottle Brush Tree.
Last week when Poncho was out there alone napping, those damn wood ducks went after him. He was terrified and yipped and yelped. Fortunately for the ducks, Taffy was inside. So....I closed the Duck Diner. Since I shut up shop, the marauding mean ducks have flown the coop. Chester and Miss Kitty have quit waddling up the bank begging for food, but still serenely glide by the edge of the lake frequently.
Reader Comments (1)
Enjoyed the story, could just imagine it happening, what a good thing Taffy wasn't there. Those ducks together could well have been a match for Taffy. Poor poncho, his favourite resting place will never be the same again. lol