sex...sex...SEX

The small male population of the field has embraced the coming of spring with some gusto and now their only concern during the lengthening days seems to be sex,sex and more sex.
It's like watching an outside broadcast from HBO.
Of course in every male group there is always one stud and one geeky dud
The stud, of course is a Welshman! well it is actually welsh magpie drake to be precise..and what Harry Seacombe lacks in general stature, he makes up in frantic hip action and persistence.
Every morning when he leaves the confines of the goose house, his black little beady eyes will scan the grass horizon in search of any of the female runner ducks like a  German U boat commander searching for the Queen Mary. Within seconds he had found one, cornered and grabbed her ( always on the back of the neck) and in a minute or so, shagged her senseless.
I dont know just how he does it..........
This duck "orgy" literally lasts all day, and by mid afternoon I always get the urge to offer him a cup of hot sweet tea to keep his energy levels up.
Thank goodness I only have one effective drake out of a total of 8 females.

Halleh ( the duckling) hiding in Blanche's feathers soon after hatching

Halleh , the drake that was raised by Blanche the hen (above) is a rather ineffectual lover. This stems from the confusion of his upbringing and where as he has plenty of ducks to nail....the object of his affections always seem to be slim, and sexually mature hybrid hens.

 Having said this, he seems pretty good at catching a hen, but will do so by grabbing a beakful of wing feathers and holding on until the hen simply pulls away or in the case of most of the St Trinians , turns around and gives him a real pasting.

I have yet to see his shag a duck as yet although he has come close to abusing a few of the slower and older hens on several occasions, a fact which seems rather unsavory to say the least


halleh



Regular readers may remember that Boris the turkey collapsed last year after one particularly heavy bout of lovemaking, so this year I have tried to ration his "lurve time" to the occasional and rather heavy handed "session" Each day Gloria and the slightly shop worn Theresa are put out on the field to give his old ticker ( and pecker) a rest.......a fact that they are mighty grateful for as , for those that don't know, turkey sex is somewhat clumsy and painful for the female to cope with ( I suspect that turkey sex feels as though you have been smothered by a lead filled scatter cushion with big feet).

Only the adolescent gander Russell shows any finesse when it comes to the act of lurve!
He and the grey goose Jo seem now to be a bit of an item, and just occasionally I will catch them sitting side by side winding their long necks together in a rather romantic clinch. Compared to the frantic drakes and the cack-handed  Boris, the geese and their gentle and affectionate courtship behaviour is a joy to watch.

hey ho
off for a cold shower