One of the first things we do each morning is let the chickens and ducks out of their coop. It’s like a traffic jam at the door when it’s opened. You’ve read it here before, but we have a couple of ducks with an identity crisis. For the most part, they think and act like chickens — non-roosting, swimming chickens. They just don’t know any better. 

One of the last things we do each night is lock them back up. There are too many stray dogs, coyotes, possums, foxes and raccoons out here to risk anything. The ducks are always the last two to check in.