Posts Tagged ‘babies’

Jun

Love Is A Battlefield

I\’m not a hunter, I married one. When it comes to wild critters in the woods I want to hug them. And cuddle them. And wish they\’d live in my yard forever.

I\’m sure you are all sick of hearing how horrified I was last year when the dirty rotten nasty fox ate my duck eggs. But it\’s spring time and at this very moment there are duck eggs probably somewhere in my neighborhood or soon to be. I\’ve been praying they\’d return.

So Saturday I was minding my own business on Facebook when Ã¢â‚¬Â¦

Love is a battlefield happened in my very own front yard Ã¢â‚¬Â¦

mallards mating

Two males and one female.

And please don\’t call her a floozy.

It\’s not her fault.

They were mean to her.Ã‚Â And when they were done, they walked right over her.

And stepped on her head.

And just as I was about to run over and whack them, one of the males chased off the other male. (Please note; my weapon of choice is a shoe.)

mallards fighting

911 what\’s your emergency: Hi umm, it\’s the neighbor of the crazy neighbor lady across the street again. Two male mallards just attacked her in her front yard.

Again.

Have a good day all Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ I think I need to set a trap and lock mama mallard in my basement where she would be safe to have her babies.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net

Tags: babies, deer hunting, facebook, general outdoors, mallards, neighbor-lady, street, your-emergency

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Mar

I\’m Here To Serve and Protect Ã¢â‚¬â€œ In Pink Camo

Posted by: admin in Outdoor Syndication

Early Saturday morning I was at my computer having my morning coffee when I not only heard the morning song of the robin but I heard a mallard.

Full of excitement I ran to find Mark to let him know the mallards are back.

Me:Ã‚Â Mark I heard a mallard.

Mark:Ã‚Â You didn\’t.

Me bouncing up and down: Yes I heard one. They are back.Ã‚Â I will have babies in the yard soon. woot woot

Mark:Ã‚Â It probably wasn\’t a mallard this early in the spring.

Me:Ã‚Â I\’m telling you it was a Mallard.

And then I started walking around the house quacking like a mallard trying to prove it was the sound of a mallard.Ã‚Â Except I don\’t quack very well and I have zero grunt quack calling experience.Ã‚Â So I did what I always do, look it up on the internet.

Mallards:

Interesting fact;Ã‚Â Mallards sometimes return to the same areas to lay their eggs each year.Ã‚Â Which is why I see them every spring near our yard or a neighbors.Ã‚Â One spring I had Mother Mallard in my back yard with her 8 little babies.Ã‚Â She probably had them hid so well I never knew they were there until I saw them trying to get out of our fenced yard.Ã‚Â So last spring I searched and searched for Mother and her baby duck eggs and finally found them.

911 what\’s your emergency: There\’s a crazy lady all dressed in black digging through my bushes.

I\’m still haunted by what happen last spring Ã¢â‚¬Â¦

I had beautiful baby duck eggs about ready to hatchÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

Thanks to a trail cam I found out Satan the Fox had dinnerÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

And I cried for poor Mother Duck Ã¢â‚¬Â¦

So when I hear a mallard anywhere near my yard, I first pray she\’ll find a nice safe hiding spot for her babies and then I say an even bigger prayer that they end up in my yard.

Have a great day all Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ this year I\’ll be prepared. Nothing will come between me and my little helpless baby duck eggs.

911 what\’s your emergency: Umm yea, there\’s a crazy lady all dressed in pink camo with her hot pink bb gun in high heels chasing a fox down the street.