Day 162.

The Ducks. Acrylic on canvas by F L Campbell.

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

I was having a good feed-up this morning when I was jostled at the feed hopper by one of those cheeky (stupid) ducks. It seems our feed hopper was filled, but theirs wasn’t. I had at one stage thought that they got out of the pond area to raid our feed hopper by flying but those comedy wings of theirs wouldn’t fly a fart! Up close he (I know he’s a he because he has a wee curl in his tail feather – a subtle sign for sure) had surprisingly intelligent eyes though and, oh, his feathers were so smooth when he rubbed along my wing!

Stop it Ruby, stop it! First Grey Gun now Mr. Duck. Just be happy with Jack you silly old cluck!