Readers’ wildlife photos

November 15, 2022 • 8:15 am

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Today’s batch, from Graham Wallis in New Zealand, features DUCKS, my favorite bird. Even better—it involves rescue of baby ducks!  Graham’s notes and IDs are indented, and you can enlarge his photos by clicking on them.

My wife and I live out on the Otago Peninsula, NZ, surrounded by steep pasture and some native bush.

In October, small numbers of Paradise (shel)duck (Tadorna variegata) start to come and go on the hill opposite, presumably sorting out mating pairs. The species is unusual in that the female is more striking with its white head. Curiously too, there is often an excess of females, almost like a reverse lek. This seems to be the case wherever you see them at whatever time of year. I don’t know whether it reflects true sex ratio, or that females are just more noticeable, or whether there is a pool of males hiding out somewhere else.

Strangely for ducks, they will often perch on rocks or the branches of the large Monterey Cypress (Hesperocyparis macrocarpa) that dot our landscape.

Six years ago, Lise went down to the front gate to check the mail and two little humbugs came running up to her. Lorenz was right! There is a small pond down the road, and these two were presumably late hatchlings that got left behind. We never saw the parents or sibs.

Lise gave the “little ones” a box with blankets to snuggle under, and fed them mashed peas.

After 9 days, we gave them their first pond: a shallow roasting tray (they didn’t appreciate the irony). They took to it like… well, you know the rest. This also served as their christening. The 2016 US election was on so you can guess the names: Donald & Hillary, of course.

They soon needed a bath upgrade:

After 16 days, we made a small enclosure to let them graze on the grass:

Here they are at 20 days, enjoying hanging out in the sun:

By 30 days, they were losing their down and enjoyed foraging through plant pots and their old bath.

By 6 weeks, they began to look like adults, though one lagged a bit:

One morning, at 8 weeks old, they flew a short distance across the front of the section, then next door to harass the domesticated ducks at feeding time. The next day they flew away, and we never (knowingly) saw them again. But every time we see a pair of paradise ducks, we say: “Hello, little ones”.

Although it was sad to see them go, it was probably just as well. We know people who have reared paradise ducks which never left, and became quite a problem, being aggressive to visitors—rather like geese.

7 thoughts on “Readers’ wildlife photos

    1. evolutionary theory says parents should make equal investments in offspring of the two sexes. If the costs are not equal, that does not mean equal numbers.

  1. The next day they flew away, and we never (knowingly) saw them again.

    Could you have got a set of ID leg-rings via a local ornithology club. The procedure is common enough that there’s likely to have been someone in the area who knows where to get the gear. The ducks are to some degree comfortable with being handled by their adoptive parents, so fitting them shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
    Two sets, obviously.

    and became quite a problem, being aggressive to visitors—rather like geese.

    Like the Norwegian saying about bad weather (it’s the clothing that’s bad, not the weather), this is just a problem of not having a sign saying “Beware of the Guard Ducks”. Possibly in Latin, “pour encourager les autres”. (

  2. I’m surprised the ducklings didn’t imprint on you or your wife. Maybe they were without something to imprint for too long. Who knows how that works, not me? Anyway, what a lovely rescue story and those are gorgeous ducks.

    1. They did imprint on us immediately, which is why we had to raise them. When we were in sight, they would call us and desperately wanted to be with us. In the first few weeks, they would burrow into our sleeves and pockets and we were in danger of treading on them when walking. But after 8 weeks, they did what wild ducks would have done on fledging, and left. As I understand it, of those raised by humans, only a minority never leave their natal home. Maybe that’s more likely with a single duckling?

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