I don’t think we really need photographic evidence to prove that over the last three years I’ve become a crazy bird lady. But just in case there was still a question…
I know. Try not to die from the cute.
Also, before anyone gets too excited, contrary to what appears to be happening in these pictures, I did not get ducks. I am not the crazy bird lady in this post.
My grandmother got ducks.
I lived with my grandmother for a time when I was a wee little thing of six or seven, and at that time she was raising a few gouldian finches in her basement. And by “a few” I mean seventy-five. Because I did not come from women who half-ass their crazy, okay?
I remember more than one occasion where she would hand me a fishing net, and we’d go running through the house trying to catch an escapee. So what I’m saying is, I come by all of this naturally.
Anyway, my grandma lives in a little sub-division on a small lake, and decided she needed some ducks, and because I’m an enabler when it comes to farm-animals, I lent her my brooder kit, picked up some ducks, and dropped them off at her house.
What’s a good granddaughter for, anyway?
Well. Here’s what. For getting you ducks and then building a duck coop. Duck coop? Duck house? Whatever it is, we need one. I’m not a duck expert… (also, side note, do you know how easy it is to misspell duck as dick? I do. Because when I reread that last sentence it said “I’m not a dick expert” and I blinked four times and then my head hit the desk. NOT IN A POST ABOUT MY GRANDMOTHER FORGODSAKE. I’m really bad a spotting typos, so now I’m a little paranoid that this post is filled with a lot of unintentional dicks. Just… okay. I’m done.)
ANYWAY. Anyway. Enough. Duck houses… that’s what we’re talking about here. And I’m going to build one. Since I’ve built two chicken coops in the last two years I’m hoping this project will be fairly quick and easy once I get the design down. (Famous last words.)
Here’s what I’m looking at for inspiration right now. First and foremost, the chicken coop I built…
We want the duck house to be on stilts but much lower to the ground, though, and since it will be lower to the ground it won’t be as easy to clean with this configuration. My grandmother is 87 and still a total badass (she ran circles around me in my garden last year) but I’d still like to make this as easy as possible for her.
Something with a hinged roof, maybe…
Or this fun little design…
I’m actually really kind of sweet on the A-frame design, now that I look at that.
I’ve also got this crazy idea that I’m going to build most of it on Saturday. Three days before I leave the farm (and my still unfinished bathroom) to go sit on the beach in Mexico for a week and twiddle my thumbs. Or, you know, drink a lot of margaritas.
But do you know what compels people to do crazy things?
When a baby duck falls asleep in your scarf.