Maggie pet duck

What’s it like to have a pet duck, and I mean a pet duck. Like a dog with feathers. A dog that can fly. But other wise rules the household, is always hungry, likes to cuddle up and has her own cushion that she doesn’t want any one else sleeping on. (That means you cat!)

A hising protector at PumpjackPiddlewick

Have you ever seen a goose hissing? They puff up their feathers, that long neck and head go down and their wings go up. And they make this hissing noise. It is quite fearsome. And so it should be as this is their protector mode. They are protecting their territories,Read More →

Rainy Sunday puzzle making with Maggie at PumpjackPiddlewick

A lazy Sunday was spent enjoying putting together a puzzle at the kitchen table. It’s such a peaceful thing to do on a rainy day. And then I began to hear the sounds of Maggie. ‘Hup’ thud, ‘hup’ thud. She doesn’t like the rain. (Yeah, a duck, water, go figure.)Read More →

Maggie pet duck's brood is broken at PumpjackPiddlewick

The brood is broken. And life is back to ‘normal’. Maggie (pet duck) had 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 was also puttingRead 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 →