He quickly claimed Betty as his girl and that is when the trouble started! Since she had once viewed me as her mate, I was the enemy, the rival for her affection, the source of his frustration. In his mind, his warped little duck mind, I had to go. I was not to be feared as a stranger, or loved as the bringer of the food..... I was the competition and must be taken down!! Have you ever had an animal seek your demise? Well let me tell ya, it ain't fun!
It all began with him "yelling" at me.... constantly. When that didn't work, he went rouge. He began biting my hand when I would let them out of their pen in the morning. Did you know ducks have a serrated bill? They do, and when they mean you harm, it can hurt! When that didn't drive me away, he began coming after me when my back was turned. I would hear the thunder of his webbed feet on the grass as he charged toward me. He went so far as to bite the backs of my legs and feet!!
|This fuzzy photo was taken with my phone over my shoulder.|
Do you see him coming after me!?!?
And then one morning, I opened the duck pen and Bill flew straight into me, wings flapping, feet flopping. Let me tell you, duck feet can be dirty things, they are covered in mud and yes, poo. He then "ran" up my chest, making poopy duck foot prints on my shirt. Oh but it didn't stop there, how I wished it had. After beating me in the face with his wings, he ran up my face *gag* and onto my head! He proceeded to do a jig in my hair with his nasty feet before flying off. I swear I heard him laughing as he went.
|This is what Bill did to my head!!!|