Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Courtney next door phoned me early one morning. A mallard had nested in a planter on her deck, laid 11 eggs, and now they were hatching. I grabbed a cup of coffee and went over to watch with her through her kitchen window. The first four chicks got out and the mom floated off with them. A few of the eggs didn’t hatch, but the rest of the newborn chicks were stuck! The dirt was too low and the pot was smooth plastic and they couldn’t get themselves out.
Three did projectile leaps but two landed upside down (see photo) and couldn’t get right-sided up. After watching them struggle awhile, Courtney righted them; they jumped in the water and headed off to meet up with the mom and siblings, who were moving toward the other side of the moorage walkway in the backwater.
To make a long story short (we watched all this happen over a two-hour time frame), the newborn chicks, chirping, and mom chirping too, on their own found their way under the other houseboats, under and around the moorage walkway and pipes, and the tenderhouses to reach the other side and reunite with mom and siblings.
Later the mallard had a second nesting, and this time Courtney built a dirt “stairs” inside the planter, and a set of wooden stairs on the outside. She watched as that hatch of mallards used the dirt to get out of the pot and on their merry way.