Good day to be a duck
It’s pouring rain here and has been on and off for several days. Naturally, these are ideal conditions if you’re a duck
since it means lots of mud and goo in which to shovel your bill looking for grubs, worms and the like.
I can tell when it’s raining in the morning even without looking outside because the chicken/duck coop sits about 50 feet away from our back window. If it’s a normal dry morning the chickens will be shuffling around making their usual clucking and scratching noises.
But if it’s raining, I’ll hear webbed-feet dancing in the muddy areas of the coop accompanied by lots of impatient quacking. It’s as if the ducks are saying “hurry up and let us out! There’s mud out there!”
The chickens on the other hand will remain in the coop where it’s nice and dry. (There’s nothing sadder looking than a wet hen.)
