We have a new addition to the Granite Glen household.
His name is Bolt.
Bolt the Duckling.
Now we aren’t sure exactly if ‘he’ is a He or a She…
But apparently the name Bolt will serve both genders equally. (According to my offspring).
He was ‘rescued’ by Dash and Violet two days ago when they checked their yabby traps. Apparently he was ‘stuck’ in the weeds.
While I suspect his mother may have been duck-diving to hide from curious little humans, by the time they had carted him home to me – delighted by their ‘save’ and with him being all covered in nasty human scent – I decided we’d better try to see if we could keep him alive here. He spent the first two nights in the house – escaping from each little ‘house’ created for him and causing numerous search-and-rescue missions – so today we moved him out into a cage on the lawn.
So we tried soaked (in warm water) raw muesli and chopped lettuce.
Apparently little ducks like both…
but not as much as they like WATER.
(Aside: while he was a resident of the bathroom I discovered him swimming in circles in our deep bath… Violet had put him in there and then forgotten him! He had quite a nap once back on his bed of towels.)
I found an unused plastic container deep enough so he could swim but shallow enough to get himself OUT of again…
He adores climbing IN …
The covers on the cage were put there for shelter from the sun, and from the prying claws of our long-term resident creatures… Middy the cat and …
Axel the super-curious gigantic pooch!
Bolt the Duckling is quite bold now, considering he would be a mere appetiser for the Great Dane watching over him!
Bolt the Bold is very slightly less wild and bolt-y than he was 48 hours ago (when I was sure he’d expire of heart failure caused by his
Munching on some weed and swimming to his heart’s content…
Time will tell if this duck is ‘lucky’ (in sarcastic tone) or really a Lucky Duck.
All hints for keeping a teeny wild duck alive in captivity, gratefully accepted!