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Wanting to stretch out, from sitting here by my computer for a few hours, I went outside to se if there were any birds visiting in my back-yard. There under the banana plants there was a rugged looking Muscovy resting and hiding from the heat of the mid-day. Its looks made me concerned. He looked harmed. |
| Perhaps it was old and ill? I went indoors to take a look at
the pictures I had taken, to see if it was possible figure out what was
wrong with the duck. No, it looked just old
and tired, but just in case I searched for an answer for help on the
internet. When I couldn't find any help real close to my home, it would have
to wait for
later. To calm myself I went outside again to see how the duck was doing. It was still among the banana-plants. Good news! Now it was standing on its feet. It was also raising feathers on its head. It looked a bit at me and then turned its concentration out over the water. -Perhaps it is afraid of me, I thought. A bit unusual, but lately I have been out here to rarely. |
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| All of a sudden the Muskovy-duck started to move towards the water. Good! Now I can se if something is wrong with it. What I didn't know was that; I was about to witness a drama. It took a look at me and went into the water. | |
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there was another Muscovy, a very dark one almost black. They sized each other up, and
then they started to fight. Splash and splash again! Their wings flapped and
the water splashed even more in the tumult.
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-What's going on! Is it a coq-fight? Is it the mating
season? Is one intending to kill the other? I wondered and I got scared. I wished I had had
some one to ask. The other, the looser, would have been my garden-partner,
an older rugged looking Muscovy. I was afraid for him from checking
him out earlier.
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| It looked like the dark newcomer was going to win. Now it looked as it was going at the other duck's throat and trying to drown it. All of a sudden they booth went under the water. A short moment later the winner came up to surface. Again I looked at the surface. Where is the other? Is it dead? I got really worried. |
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I stared at the water. It seemed like the
time stood still. Suddenly, farther away, I saw the black duck furiously peddling after another
Muscovi.
It was my duck! What a relief! It looked harmed. Its chest was very low and mostly under the water, but it moved, and it swam rather quickly to get away from the other. It couldn't be too bad and I was glad. |
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When the duck, which had been resting among the banana plants got out of
sight where the lake curves, I went back inside to wait a while before I
returned. In the meantime I downloaded my pictures.
Later I realized both ducks had been heavy from water and not as harmed as I had feared. Their fighting and spending time under the level, had made their feathers heavy with water.
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| Apparently this had been a fight between two males. I would like to guess; the fight was about the territory, my back yard and this part of the lake. Perhaps there was a female Muscovi on the "side line" watching it all. Or was the so called "warrior" a lady duck and this was mating like in the movie "Mr. and Mrs. Smith"? Well, I hope to find out later. Little chickens around here again would be nice. |
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This was the conclusion I made, when I looked out and saw the black Muscovy among the palm trees in my back-yard and my first visitor across the lake in another backyard. Both ducks drying and grooming them selves. Yesterday on June 17th I made a discovery... /Margareta |
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