Duck, Duck, Duck…..Silkie!

Posted: 2nd March 2013 by Joe Prepper in Animals, On The Homestead
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We have been looking for some Silkie’s to raise. After reading what good broody mothers they can be, we decided to raise a few up to be  surrogate moms when needed. I was particularly curious as to how they would do raising guinea fowl keets as I have seen this done with good results.

The light ones

The light ones

We found a reputable breeder who was selling a few chicks at the Chicken Swap Meet so we took a shot. I’m not all that familiar with the breed so I had to just eyeball the chicks as “healthy looking” and not necessarily on breed characteristics. We got three because of course you cant get just one and the law of averages of getting a hen are worse than 100%.

One stop later and we were heavy 4 khaki’s ducks and some starter food. It was pretty cold out so we headed for home with the little guys just a chirping. We thought it might be possible to house them together but the ducklings were a bit older/larger than the chicks and it wasn’t going to work out very well. Even with two boxes of baby birds the constant bickering from the back seat was about all I could handle. Trying to get the box of fuzzy babies back from the rear of the moving vehicle was impossible. It would be a long ride home.

In retrospect, it might not have been the best idea to let the kids hang out at the petting zoo before buying fragile little chicks. Try telling a already stubborn 3 year old that he cant touch the fuzzy little birds, after spending an hour petting everything he could run down.

 

Not a Pond

Not a Pond

The Wacky Khaki's

The Wacky Khaki’s

Taking Turns

Taking Turns

Eating

Eating

Practice Flight

Practice Flight

Close Up

Close Up

I’ll show my age when I say the old cartoon came to mind where the cat say’s “I will call him George and I’ll love him, and pet him, and squeeze him, and hug him…..”  as the poor birds were snatched before I could intervene. The first male will definitely be named George. We further deduced that it must be incredibly hard for three year old to not touch these fuzzy little sweet things (that ironically we put in his play room) when mommy can’t keep her hands out either. God help the little things.