But when we bought our few acres and put the ponds on it I was mesmerised by the wild
ducks who came to visit. There was a problem though, they didn't stay. Then it hit me. I will get my own ducks. I raised them as a child but just to be safe I read everything I could on the subject. Ducklings are very very messy. I kept them in the garage in a pen made of scrap wood, cleaning it 3 times a day. Lots of straw a heat lamp in the corner. As they grew we made another pen outdoors but would bring them back to the garage in the evening, back and forth in a laundry basket until they outgrew it!
Three escaped never to be heard from again.
So now we have Henry the quail whose wonderful tale of life will be saved for another time where he can be the star of the story as he is at my home,,,, scampering with his feathered family of Diversity.