This is Ariel. She is a Call duck. She also happens to live in our house and share a room with my daughter. How did this happen you ask? Why do I allow a duck in my house?
Well, let me start off by telling you all about Ariel’s first couple of days with us. The person that incubated her egg, called us to let us know that two ducklings had hatched. We gleefully went over to her house and brought those ducklings home, only four hours old.
However, only one of those little ducklings survived. She was too small to go outside with our big ducks and chickens, so my daughter decided that she would stay in the house with her.
We bought her a plastic bin to live in. My daughter has decorated the whole tub with lots of stickers, which Ariel playfully nibbles at. Ducks taste everything, much like a baby. It’s really their only way to learn what something is, if you think about it.
This sassy little quacker may only be slightly bigger than my hand, but she is a stubborn fighter. She is often seen running through the house, head low, mouth open in a silent hiss, scolding us for whatever we may have done. She’s a bossy thing.
Ariel is my daughter’s best friend. Her baby. She sleeps in that bin next to my daughter’s bed every single night. When we traveled to Montana last Summer, the duck went with us. She really didn’t mind the traveling. Montana she seemed to be okay with, but in Moses Lake, WA, she didn’t like being in the hotel shower. We stayed there for a couple of nights on the way home.
She even went into a gift shop with us in Montana. We couldn’t keep her in the car, it was too hot and she quacked like crazy! So we put her in the little stroller that she is in at the beginning of this post. I covered her with a baby blanket, and pushed that thing around. No one ever knew!
I hope you’ve enjoyed my little post about Ariel. I’ll probably share more about her in the future!