Maggie… the Duck (Page 2)

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.

Nap interrupted by a duck at Pumpjack Piddlewick

I had a lovely nap in the early heat of yesterday afternoon. It was so delicious I decided to enjoy a second one. Pure decadence. I was rousted from sleep by the not so subtle sounds of Maggie, my pet duck. As the windows were open, my sleepy brain didn’tRead More →

Maggie pet duck's brood is broken at PumpjackPiddlewick

Maggie, our matriarchal pet duck, has decided in her infinite hormonal wisdom to have a third nest this year. Not good. Besides not wishing to have more ducklings this year, not to mention Maggie being a terrible mum, it is also putting a strain on her ageing body. So weRead More →

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 →