Tuesday 20 January 2015

Day 137.

The pond. Photography by F L Campbell

Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: empty.

Oh, those stupid, stupid ducks. They had enjoyed their Peck‘n’Lay too (although for them it’s more like Dabble‘n’Squirt) and they had finished theirs so decided to help themselves to ours. Now how come those stupid ducks (that cannot fly due to comedy wings) can break out of the fence around the pond but we can’t break in? It simply makes no sense. Anyway, up they marched doing that foolish waddle they do (why can’t they walk like normal birds? Why?) and they cleaned us out. No “Please”, no “Thank you”, not even a “My, Ruby, you are looking splendid today,” just “quack, quack, gobble, quack.”

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