Maggie… the Duck

Maggie is our accidental pet duck. We had no intention or forewarning that we would be the proud parents of a duck, but from the moment we found her abandoned egg and hatched her we had no choice but to learn, love and ride the roller coaster of life with a wee force called Maggie.

We discover that Ducks are Empathic at PumpjackPiddlewick

We discovered ducks are empathic when our Maggie was just a young duck. As an imprinted duck, and our first duck, she had rule of our home. Yes, she lived inside with us. She truly believed I was her mother, so to separate her from me would have been cruel.Read More →

Maggie and George our bickering couple at PumpjackPiddlewick

Maggie and George remind me of one of those married couples on tv sitcoms, like All in the Family, Married with Children or The Simpsons… except they are ducks. George could be Sylvester Stallones’ Rocky incarnate. Not a lot going on upstairs, but his heart is fierce and in theRead More →

Maggie, our pet duck, came to visit again this morning. When the sun is shining she comes off her nest for an hour, comes to the bottom of the stairs, calls out for me and we go searching for worms. She knows exactly where to go for the worms, ourRead More →

Margaret Thatcher aka Maggie enters our lives and begins her reign of duck world at PumpjackPiddlewick

This is the story of how Margaret Thatcher, aka Maggie, came into our lives. She has gone on to become the Queen of our duck world and rules it with an iron fist. Or is that wing? Or foot? Her story begins in spring of 2015… It started with losingRead More →