So, I’m pretty sure the ducks think I’m the worst.
I tried my best to get them to love me. When they were little, I would hang out with them as long as I could and sing songs or read aloud to them. While I was busy on the farm, I’d play an interview I did (on the Farmer to Farmer podcast) so they’d get used to my voice (full disclaimer, I’ve never listened to the podcast myself….I hate hearing myself speak!).
I looked for treats around the farm for them to make sure they didn’t miss out on anything delicious (well, not always delicious to me….although I guess I’ve never given slugs a fair shot).
I avoided direct eye contact with them when I read that it might make me seem like a predator.
I tried being extra smiley every time I passed by them after reading that some animals can tell when humans are smiling (like pigeons).
I bought them only the best local and organic grains and turn it into an oatmeal –like paste by adding water (they will no longer touch their food while it’s dry).
I make sure their rotating forage area includes fresh grass and other plants, low shrubs, and trees so they have exactly the type of habitat they want in any given moment.
But still they hate me.
They run away and hide every time they see me.
They only eat the treats I leave them when they know I’m good and gone (if they even eat them at all….sometimes they leave them untouched just to spite me).
Some of them will always veer off while I’m herding them just to let me know how much I suck at it.
And then, when I’m gone, they have a nice, loud laugh at my expense. So I can hear just how happy they are when I’m not there.
I do adore them and am so happy they live on this farm with me.