The weather has been so cold lately that Donald, our wonderful drake, finally began to suffer frostbite on his caruncles — those impressive knobby red skin areas around his face and neck. Once frostbite sets in, it is important to protect the area (to say nothing of the rest of the animal) from the cold to prevent further damage.
That means a stay in the barn, where it is a toasty 50°. The vet reminded us that Donald wouldn’t want to be incarcerated alone, so we included Marilyn (remember the little ducklette who was sewn up several times this past summer?) and Little Cluck. LC’s comb has lost a few spikes to frostbite, too, so we decided she’d be a good companion for the sentence.
All three are perfectly happy in their reduced digs, finding a spider or the rare fly to keep their hunting skills sharp.
For my part, I enjoy the occasional clucking and soft duck whistles and warbles. It’s nice to have a drake and friends around the house.