Thursday, November 09, 2006
And then there was one . . .
I am feeling terrible about the ducks. It is like the ten green bottles song - one by one they have gone off and I am left with only one duck in the duck house tonight.
For some reason they are disorientated - we should maybe have kept them locked up for longer - but they have refused to accept our garden and field as home and have headed off - they haven't been attacked by anything, they have just decided to leave.
I found one in the copse, caught it and that is the one in the duckhouse, another has turned up in the farmyard of a farm over the hill and is spending the night there in a rabbit hutch and we will go and pick it up in the morning, I spotted two about two fields away and hopefully we will track them down tomorrow, I haven't seen the final one at all. I find it very odd as the ducks we had before all went around in a seemless cluster - they were never alone.
Craig, who gave us the ducks, is coming over tomorrow morning to see if he can find them. I just feel like a useless duck keeper.