…over the hills and far away
Mother Duck said “Quack, quack, quack!”
two little ducks came swimming back
A rather forlorn song, but all is well at the end when they all come back. I couldn’t stop thinking of that song on Friday because on Thursday a sad thing happened–when we got home at night (we had taken Clark out to the movies while Tabby was at her first sleepover) and went to lock up the chickens and ducks, we found only 2 ducks in their house. The third was missing and we didn’t know if she flew off or had just been eaten, but we rather assumed she’d been eaten.
Well…..early this evening the third duck returned!!! We don’t know where she was or what she was doing, but she just showed up in the coop, waiting for her friends. Who preceded to rudely fly around on their evening flight while she loudly quacked at them from the ground. They finally landed and everyone was reunited. Phew!! I wonder what adventures she was having??? Did she get separated and lost? Want a little vacation? She seemed pretty happy when I fetched her some cracked corn and water.
In other poultry news we dismantled the chicks temporary outside coop and tonight put them all in the big coop. They were not happy about that (we waited until the big ones were asleep and the chicks were also sleepy), but did settle down. The real trouble will be in the morning when the big ones wake up and see the little ones there. That’s when pecking order will be established with, you guessed it, pecking!
I’ve got lots to catch up on-food, sewing, Father’s Day, but that can wait for tomorrow.