Ducks For Sale? Rising Demand For Duck Eggs and Meat

There are many reasons why people raise ducks. Some may say it is for business reasons, while others may answer that they want to have them as a pet. No matter the reason behind your decision to raise ducks, what can be agreed upon are the benefits that can be derived from them. As a businessman, the rising demand for duck eggs and meat is welcome news. Restaurants, in particular, are some of the most high-paying buyers of duck products which are why many farmers put up advertisements on ducks for sale to pique their interests.

The power of advertisement is great and the many ads that grace televisions, radios and newspapers is living proof of that. The classified ads that can be found in various newspapers are a great place where you can put your advertisements up on ducks for sale. Since newspapers charge per word on advertisements, it is more practical to include a phone number alongside the short description of your products. This way, interested individuals can contact you to learn more about the ducks.

Another way to advertise ducks for sale is on televisions and radios although, admittedly, advertising through these means is rarely done. Putting up flyers is a great alternative and the good thing about this is you can choose where to advertise. This means that you can target streets with lined up cafes or restaurants. You should also ensure that you put up posters on busy streets. A school is another great place to advertise your ducks for sale. Children love pets and putting up colorful posters about them will surely pique their interests.

Advertising on the internet is perhaps the most powerful way to advertise you ducks for sale. The internet offers vast possibilities and reaches a lot of audience. Almost every home now has a computer or a laptop connected to the internet. Technology has gripped the world. In fact, it was found that computers are slowly becoming a staple in people’s lives.

The other great thing about it is the fact that you can make use of different strategies to help your advertisement reach a wider audience. The use of Search engine optimization will surely help your website climb up the search engine ladder hence increasing the number of visits you get. After all, more visits mean more customers. Websites also allow users to personalize their pages to make it unique and attractive.

Daddy Duck Attack

The Louisiana State University campus where I went to school years ago had lakes full of ducks, whose behavior made it clear that they owned the lakes; they marched, waddled and quacked behind whoever had a class near their home making it clear that if you were going to pass their home, you better bring bread.

Us students, could hear duck wings flapping, and a chorus of quacking, before we opened our eyes each morning, including weekends. Perhaps Roosters were born to awaken farmers and Ducks were born to motivate students.

Most of the ducks I passed were polite, but then, I had bread, if you didn’t pay your right of passage, you were greeted with the aggressive crowd.

The ducks knew which students were going to feed them, much like a waiter knows a good tipper, but if you expected to pass the pond without gratuity, you were immediately attacked, while the tippers were peacefully surrounded with wing flapping joy.

Incidentally, by the end of their first semester most students knew to leave the house each day with their books, and a bag of bread for the ducks.

Although, students had a lot on their mind, like exams, papers, and whatever else they needed for class, so occasionally a student would forget to bring the ducks food.

Consequently, one student’s memory lapse provided a Daddy Duck with an opportunity to teach the rest of us a valuable lesson.

In addition to entertaining the campus with the funniest thing most of us ever witnessed in public; this Daddy Duck reminded us to never step on his property without his family’s breakfast.

The morning the Daddy Duck lost his temper, I was sitting by one of the University lakes reading when I overheard a couple arguing in front of a pair of ducks. The voices of the arguing couple and the gander’s squawking sounded like an aggressive duck fight; and one loud enough to crack the eardrum of an elephant.

To be fair, this duck family wasn’t bothering anyone until the couple came along. They were minding their own business, trying to feed their ducklings breakfast and send them to duckling school when these people showed up and disturbed their morning.

Hence, one could understand why the daddy duck got his feathers in a ruffle over the human couple’s apparent rudeness and quickly charged in their direction.

When he approached the couple the man realized he was being challenged, so he put his hands in the air as if he were under arrest, but Mr. Gander was already in hot pursuit.

Everyone around the lake, including me, started laughing as this poor man kept shouting for help and backing away from his attacker. While the rest of the duck family squawked, the guy shouted and raised his fists as if demanding a fair fight from the creature, who continued his advance until he chased the guy down the sidewalk.

Then, later that morning, the weirdest thing happened, I was sitting in a boring history class, (reading a novel,) when I heard squawking again, only this time, I was in a classroom, so the honking, feather flapping argument, must have sounded like rocket fire in the hallway.

The classroom had three hundred theater style seats and two double doors at the entrance, so the students, including me, sitting in the seats near the entrance, could hear someone outside shouting, “Let go of me, ouch, let go of me,” followed by more squawking and honking, until the double doors to the classroom blasted open, and the same man was running from the daddy duck I saw earlier that morning.

I was astonished- How was this possible? Had this poor fellow been battling this duck since their war began? Then, instead of rescuing their fellow student, everyone began climbing to the top seats to get away from the dangerous creature; that was doing his best to sink his head low enough to nip the man’s heels and balance his wings at the same time.

The man ran up the row of seats with the daddy duck in hot pursuit nipping his ankles… while students were shouting, “Did you forget to give him bread?”

Finally, someone latched onto both man and duck, and the situation came to a screeching, honking, feather flying halt, leaving an entire classroom of students laughing hysterically.

This daddy ducks behavior that morning was one of the most valuable lessons I’ve ever learned without having to pay a penny or endure a consequence.

And the lesson was; there are strict rules when it comes to ducks; you should always bring bread, and never, interrupt a Daddy ducks, breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

The Chivalry of Ducks: Can Men Learn a Lesson? Can Women?

I live on the north side of Dallas, Texas. Those of you who are familiar with that part of the city know there’s a lake called Bachman Lake by Love Field airport. It’s awesome. It’s three miles in circumference and a lot of fun to walk, run, or bike around. Well, this evening I walked around the lake watching the ducks. I love watching the ducks. I’m a little obsessed with the ducks. But, hey, they make the journey more exciting. There are a ton of them. Well, a ton of birds, really. I’m not a bird expert or a duck expert so I can’t really tell you what types live there, you’ll just have to trust me that there are ducks at Bachman Lake…that much I do know.

This evening as I strolled, I noticed the cutest thing. It’s been raining a lot here lately and there were plenty of places around the lake where water stood in the middle of the track. One flooded place in particular covered quite a stretch of track. I refused to go to higher ground (that wet track wasn’t gonna lick me, by golly), so I chose instead to walk on the narrow concrete ledge flanking the track. Not the smartest thing, but it felt like being back in grade school again when the teacher made you walk a straight line on something that looked like a beam in the ground so she could test your balance. Anyway, so I was walking on the beam, minding my own business, when I happened upon a group of ducks. School? Herd? Flock? Whatever, there were more than two of them. In fact, there were two males, two females, and five babies. And, yes, I might not know what type of ducks they were, but I could tell by their markings which ones were male and which were female. (No, sicko, I looked at the markings on their heads and backs! Geez, what do you think I do at that lake?) As I watched, they came upon a place where they wanted to cross the track to the other side. (Why did the ducks cross the track?) To my amazement, the male ducks stood on top of the concrete and watched as the female ducks and the babies crossed in front of them. Out of deference for their chivalry, I stopped some feet back and waited until the females and babies crossed and, finally, the males followed.

Wow, I couldn’t help but think about this as I continued along my journey. And then, because I’m an observer of behavior – animal and human – I couldn’t help but compare the duck way of life to what I saw from the humans at the lake. I can tell you, I didn’t see much chivalry. In fact, my favorite human male move is the let-your-girlfriend/wife/lover/wanna-have-her-as-your-lover/whatever-walk-in-front-of-you-while-you-check-out-every-other-woman move. Love it! Talk about disrespectful. Or the have-your-arm-around-your-whatever-and-while-she’s-looking-down/away/at your chest-check-out-every-other-woman-over-her-head move. That’s right, ladies, I figured out why men like to date shorter women. It has nothing to do with dancing or doing the hibidy-bibidy, it’s so they can incorporate move number two.

So, I continued on my own silent rant about men and how there are no good ones left and where did all the cowboys go, when it hit me. One thing I didn’t see the female ducks do was turn around and yell at their mates. I didn’t hear them say, “What makes you think I need you to stand there while I walk across this track. I walked across tracks long before you came into my life and I’ll walk across tracks long after you’re out of my life. I am a DUCK, a FEMALE DUCK, hear me QUACK. I don’t need you to watch my back or be my guardian. I had one father in my life (God rest his soul) – I certainly don’t need another one. Besides, you really think you’re duck enough to watch over me? Puhleaze… What have you done in your life anyway? You’re certainly not the BIGGEST duck, you’re not even as big as the last duck I was with. Now that was a DUCK. That duck was fine, he treated me so good. He wouldn’t have disrespected me by pretending to watch my back when he really just wanted to watch my ass. You think you’re so tough, you should try being female. I didn’t see you squeeze out any eggs…quack, quack, quack.” Nope, I didn’t hear any of that – maybe because it wasn’t said or maybe because I don’t understand duckese. I don’t know.

So, I continued my jaunt around Bachman Lake, pondering my little conundrum. I came to the conclusion that this was much like the duck-egg theory. Which came first? Did men stop being chivalrous before or after women started emasculating them for it? I’m sure a duck’s life isn’t perfect (that whole laying eggs thing seems kind of like a drag), but I wonder if we can’t learn a small lesson from Duckville…all of us.

TonyaDawn.com