Today stars are Luigi and Mojo. Eleven years ago, we picked up our first two baby ducks at the local feed store when they were about 7 weeks old. They were little pooping machines made of fluffy feathers and they grew like weeds. You could literally see them change day by day. One of these days I'll have my husband explain how he convinced me that we needed duckies in our entourage of pets. :)
Here is Luigi and Mojo two days after bringing them home.
We weren't around very much during this time period and they bonded tight with each other instead of us.
This is about 8 weeks old making a mess in the bathtub.
At about 9 weeks they hit that ugly duckling stage as there feathers started to come in.
You can see this especially on their tails.
Still best friends at almost 10 weeks.
If you have never seen ducks while they are courting, thank your lucky stars. They are quite violent in their ritual, so much I felt like I was watching a domestic abuse case.
So while I was sad for Mojo's demise, there was a sense of relief as well.
Still it was difficult seeing one duck and Luigi seemed pretty lost for a while, but once he realized he was still king of the roost, he eventually came around.
Now he's the magistrate between the two packs of dogs and lives the life of King Duck.
Not bad for a little baby ducky.