My brother surprised us one spring day with two ducklings.  He said that with every other animal we had we needed ducks.  Paul of course said, "we love fried duck", which we do, but we wanted to raise them.

Sadly, within a day or two one of the ducks died.  Ducks are social creatures which is why you cannot buy them in single quantities.  So, until we could get more ducks, I became Little Duck's friend.

I would spend all day sitting in the bathroom with Little Duck.  He would play around my feet, nap in my hair, cheap while I took conference calls and chase peas (which are rich in Niacin which ducks need). 

To keep him company at night, we placed a mirror in his brooder and got him a squeaky stuffed duck.  He would snuggle between the mirror and duck to sleep.  Ducks being messy, we needed to wash Little Duck's little duck periodically and Little Duck would freak.  Then when we brought it back, well, the joy shown cannot be described.  

Eventually we got Little Duck some Rouen (don't do it, they're jerks) as roommates and moved them outside.  

Since then, we have increased our flock by a lot. It has been great, and it has been hard, but it has been worth it.  Ducks are still my favorite addition to our farm, and we have more stories to share, but this one is about Little Duck.  Our sweet little drake that began our journey down this fowl road (see what I did there?)

I'm happy to say Little Duck is still with us, and I do sometimes miss spending all day with him.  He was one of the better cube mates I've had.