Because who doesn’t want to aid in a duck rescue at 10 PM on a Tuesday night in the middle of a storm? These 6 quackers were dumped by some asshat (yep, I said it) at the AJRA boathouse in Roswell. They were clearly pets because they are fat and friendly. Our friend Sarah texted me at about 8 PM asking if we would help by keeping them here and by 10 PM she had corralled them with some friends and was pulling in our driveway in the rain.

Anyways, our experience with ducks taught us that they are pretty much disgusting and cute, but we agreed to never get any more again. They are a LOT of work and ours ended up as coyote food. It was pretty traumatic. So, here we are with six new ducks—five males and one lone female. I plan to search for potential homes for them in the next week or so, but it sounds like right now I have two headed to Florida on Friday. Anyone else want a pair (or more!) of ducks?