There was a time I really did not like these ducks. But they have grown on me. Yesterday one got caught in some nylon.
I was alerted to the problem by the other ducks. They were ranged in front of her – all watching her calling out urgently to her. I had to hold her still while I looped the string back over her head. She did not try to attack me in her panic and while I held her she wriggled about quite silently.
And they all waddled off in relief when she was free. It was all very sweet. They are soft and very pretty and so much kinder to each other than chickens.
I think I like them now.
As usual my pictures do not match my words.
The hay got some good drying yesterday even though we were terrorized by heavy clouds and the threat of rain later in the day.
It did not rain though. Unless I missed something in the night.
If the weather looks settled I will turn it this morning and in a perfect world we will get it baled tomorrow. Though I see that the rain has been brought back to tonight. Maybe we will bale this evening – let’s see if it dries.
Here are the ducks – in their little pond.
Evidently the tree people are finally coming today. We will see. Once the dead trees are taken away I will plant their replacements. Though I never need an excuse to plant trees. I am having them leave the large stump of one at table height ( and level I hope) this one I will use as a garden table while it gently rots.
We’ll see if that idea works.
I hope you have a lovely day.