A few weeks ago, our vet tech pal AJ brought us a group of Muscovy ducks. The plan was to dog break them with Cricket and Gem the BC for Rosie to start out on.
These ducks are BIG. REALLY big. They aren't aggressive at all, which is nice, and other than one lone ranger, they group and move nicely, if a bit slowly. Gem had the first go on them; in typical Border Collie fashion, she started out stalking them with that eye of hers, but found out that they didn't really respond much to that, so she actually had to move to get them to do her bidding. Next up was Cricket. Neither dog has been on ducks since 2012, so there was a learning lag for ducks, dogs and handlers, but in the end, Cricket was getting back into the groove. I say that, knowing that next to sheep, ducks are her very least fave type of stock to work. If there's nothing else, she'll do it, but under duress.
10 years old. A bit chubby. A little creaky. Hates ducks. Still worked them. That's my girl, Cricket!
Yes, those are shorts. And sunshine. A rare treat, one we Northwesterners exploit with gusto
If she got pushy, they got flappy
Those of you who know are already saying 'Yep, this isn't gonna work out very well'
It's okay, she got it back together
"Seriously, what part of 'I hate ducks' did you not understand?"
"Fine. You happy?"
This guy will probably go down the road. He doesn't hang with the others even when not being worked
If that doesn't look like a dog going to the vet, I don't know what does