Poor things were shivering away, and mum is good and broods them – but I think maybe a fully grown duck doesn’t feel the cold like a fluffy duckling does.
In the middle of the horrible weather I found a duckling left out in the rain, breathing its last, whilst mum and the other seven were tucked up in the little house.
I warmed him up (yup duckling down the t shirt time) brought him back to the house – couldn’t put him under the heat lamp as that is occupied with chicks, so improvised a box and some tubs of warm water next to him, and after a bit he was dry and squeaking loudly and stomping about.
So I took him back down to mum and he joined the crowd, only standing out by being the dry one.
But the next day, a duckling was found dead. I’m guessing the same one? but they all look the same in this batch. I don’t know if they got too cold (we did our best setting up shelters and windbreaks) or if she is a bad mum, if he just wasn’t right.
Seven ducklings still going strong.