WATERFOWL AND PONDS
When the pair of mallard ducks (at least I
think they were mallards, but they might have been the ever
increasing Brandt geese) landed in the pond, I thought it was a
lovely addition to my natural woodland glen retreat.
But it soon took on
nightmarish proportions. These wild fowl are protected by
the government, so you canít do anything to harm them, no matter
what they are doing to your peaceful retreat... Then they
started their mating rituals...
They swam and played in the waterside
plants, ate my smaller fish, infected the larger ones with the
plague, bombarded my filter system with feathers and plant
debris, and the place even started to smell like a duck farm!
They built a nest over my waterfall, in a
little cove where they felt safe I guess, and hatched out six
little chicks. I thought they would never leave! I called
wildlife control and they told me there was nothing I could do
and that I had BETTER NOT DISTURB THEM. Oh, Goodness! Why me, why
My friends were coming by with their kids
to show them the cute little baby ducks. People were coming all
times of the day and werenít bothering to call first.
After all, we had to be hospitable.
was becoming a real problem! My daughter was out taking pictures
of the ducks and the next door neighbor was throwing moldy bread
in the pond to feed them. I thought about putting the house on
the market and relocating, somewhere with no pond and no
neighbors. Maybe the desert!
But then, about six weeks later, the little
beasties finally fledged and all left with their parents. I
quickly drained and pressure washed the entire pond (all the
fish were dead), scoured the system, the filter, added microbes
to speed the process when it was refilled, and hoped to have koi again next year. I learned a valuable lesson in this.
I learned that I do not want to see ducks, or geese, or any wild
fowl in my pond.
I will do anything it takes to discourage
them from settling in my neighborhood. I will also get it
straight with my neighbor that she is not to throw moldy bread
in my yard no matter how sorry she feels for the birds. She can
feed the moldy bread to the sea gulls or the poor birds in her
...And I will buy all the scarecrows,
noisemakers, water-shooting deterrents on the market. I will
get a big watchdog. I will run out with my own arms flapping,
screaming, at the first sign of a duck nearing my beautiful
pond! I am determined this will not happen to me again! No, by
golly, this is my pond. It will not happen again. I will not
allow a duck to drive me out of my home ;-)
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