This Bear lived in very rural Henry County for a lot of years. When I lived there I raised all kinds of poultry. I had a large fenced-in area, connected to a small barn. I used plastic wading pools for ponds.....having to clean them once a week.
I had fresh duck and chicken eggs all of the time.
Ozzie & Harriet: These were my African geese. Very tall, with real long necks amd unusual-shaped lumps on their heads. Ozzie looked like the fat cartoon birds you always saw, with a cartoon character visualizing him in a stewing pot. One (1) winter I found him face down in the snow......probably a heart attack.
Harriet was thin and a bitxx. When I went out to feed the birds Harriet would run up to me and circle me, continually, squawking and squawking. Ozzie would let me touch him......Harriet, never. When we moved from the mini-farm my son took Harriet over to the area's autistic housing complex, for their ponds.
Chester: A woman who worked with me lived on a farm with a big pond. One (1) small duck became frozen.....one (1) leg only.....in the pond's ice. She had to cut the leg off and she gave he the duck.....which I named Chester. He was a friendly guy....loved people.....hobbled, of course.
Peepers: Don't remember how we got Peepers. We got him when he was just a little baby duck. He followed us around, all over the yard. When we sat on the front porch he would sit with us, watching the corn grow.
Roostie: We had a rooster who did what roosters do.....every morning about 4:00 AM he was doing his ****-a-doodle-do routine.
We also had bard rock chickens (good eating and great for soup). We tried "silky" chickens but they didn't taste good, didn't want to lay eggs, and always attacked legs when you went in the pen.
Finally, we also had (and still have) an unusual non-poultry farm animal. We have a 400-pound concrete pig, named Wilbur. Wilbur has his own dish with his name on it. He is out by the 2-story garage, standing guard.
Bear Box T-188