Dux is back — my very fine drake.
And at last, he is not alone.
I saw them process up the drive, Dux quacking knowingly. He led his companion to the seed tray, the water dish, the shady shower of seed provided by the song birds, and then on (in the heat of the morning) to a cooling patch of mud.
Very proud he was too.
But this is my duck, remember — so it’s not quite as it was before.
Alas. The same old story…
I’ve stolen this straight of AKMA’s blog — but it’s too good not to share.
(I still like The Princess Bride, though)
Looks who’s appeared at the feeding station:
When I arrived I was promised ducks.
Ducklings, in fact, nesting on the lawn. There has never been any sign of them. Until now. After annoying all the jackdaws, and standing off a magpie, Dux quacked for a while then took his leave, soaring towards the pond in an unhesitating curve around the church.
I’m hoping he’s gone to get her…
that ducklings may yet arrive.
Molly, of course, is much less clear on the desired course of events.
It’s the quacking (and the fact that she can’t chase them).
wonderful exchange 