I bet you clicked on this thinking it would be some sort of funny tongue in cheek comparison of something LIKE a chicken and a duck . . but not really a chicken and a duck.

Right?

Well, wrong. I am LITERALLY comparing chickens and ducks.
“Why?” you ask?

Here’s the thing. I was walking up from the field this evening, after putting everyone away for the night and it struck me how very, very different these fowl friends of our are.

Like apples and oranges different. Or apples and carburetors even.

Take chickens.

Chickens are well behaved, orderly little birds.  While they may peck amongst them, they are usually pretty well behaved with humans.  They file one by one out of their hut in the morning and go about their days business looking for bugs and bits to snack on.

Come dusk, the handsome rooster files everyone back into the coop, settles them on their perches and stands waiting for the door to be shut away from predators.

Very orderly. Pleasant. Responsible birds.

Ducks on the other hand.

Total chaos. Every moment of their life is spent in a state between panic and aggression. They don’t know if they are coming or going, defending or attacking. they stumble, and slip, and they run in a herd, much like you would imagine lemmings would.

They have to be herded back into their coop at night, and herded out again in the morning.

And they complain. About everything. They are the noisy, gossiping neighbour who is never, ever happy with a given situation.

Ducks and chickens. . . we “think” they are the same. I mean, eggs from both. Meat from both.

A whole lot of “fertilizer” from both.

But if I had the choice, I would take a chicken, any day.

Oh, and don’t get me started on Rabbits. They manifest that bitter cat like personality, except with fuzzy ears.