For a while we’ve been missing a duck. It’s hard to know which one as they all look rather samey. Obviously we recognise Mr Duck, Mrs All-Black Duck and then there are “four others”…..
This morning, while I was on the phone to my mother (the daily call), Daisy shouted “we have twelve ducklings, got to go to work, bye!”
So I swiftly terminated my call with a swear word (Mum understood), and Floss and I went outside to see the new arrivals.
And, boy, are ducklings difficult to count – eleven in total. Daisy had made a random, if nearly accurate, guess.
So, what to do with Mum and eleven ducklings…..
Well, they couldn’t stay outside. That was very obvious. They would be picked off one at a time by the birds.
And then there was Monster, also now circling with intention.
We had words and I lugged him back to the house, closing the catflap.
Floss discovered a new skill – duck wrangling. I caught Mother Duck fairly easily with the lure of food, and then between us we had to catch and move all the ducklings. They were not helpful and rather like very cute duck shaped soap!
We’ve given them Lambie’s first shed (the one with wifi, radio, etc) and we made it hopefully duckling stupidity-death-wish proof too. And now I finally get to use my new bag of chick-crumbs that has sat in our porch unopened since last year!
Mr Duck has also been told of his parental responsibilities.
So that’s them safe for the time-being. Mother Duck is a very good parent. All the little ones sit under her spread wings keeping warm. However, I am not optimistic. In the past duck-raising has not been our strength but we will see how we go.