Choosing her Partner
Obviously, now she had laid eggs we knew she was sexual mature, but we didn't think on how this would influence her behavior towards us, and especially towards me.
Sometimes she bit me so violent, that I had bruises on my skin. It happened every morning at the moment we cuddled in the laundry room.
She quacked and waited for me until I came outside to look for a good nesting place.
We then looked very diligent together for the right spot while she chatted the whole time. She then really could be a chatterbox, actually - we both talked nineteen to the dozen.
(This way of squeaking was then totally different, it was actually repeatedly very short quacking.)
Unfortunately for her, I could never give her what she would have wanted.
Hope to see you again.