I’ve been having fun at Sylvan Heights Waterfowl breeding centre. Getting to know lots of different species of waterfowl (duck, swan, goose) from all over the world. I’m amazed at how much poo they all produce.
The weather in North Carolina is bonkers.
My first week here was mild winter weather. Pleasant to work in.
Then came the freeze. I wore just about every item of clothing I have with me. On one day I counted I was wearing TWENTY items of clothing. I waddled around the birds like, erm, well a bit like the ducks waddle out of water. It was so cold. I really don’t like being cold. Bird feed was frozen. Ponds were frozen. And very pleasantly, all the duck poo was frozen and crispy. But after two days of frozen poo piling up, rather than disintegrating, there were stacks of poocicles!
This was followed by two days of downpouring deluging monsoon-like wet wet rain. Creating mud baths everywhere. The duck pens became swamps. Feed turned to slop. And the poo? Well all that yellow mud did not deceive me! Poo slop everywhere.
Then last night it froze again. But not on the ground, weirdly. Branches, car windows, bin lids. Everything above ground has a thick crispy layer of ice and icicles. And none of it melted throughout the day. But the ground is still sodden. The poo slop remains.
All of the mesh surrounding and covering the bird pens is covered in thick solid ice. It was quite pretty, but all rather hazardous. The mesh roofs were low with the weight. Any more weight, and the pens could break. That’s not good when there are wee little birds in them. It’s happened before though and amazingly most birds manage to find a safe place to hide until rescued.
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