The pond has returned to the road, but this time I have to report that Mrs Mallard , single mother, is no longer in residence. She valiantly sat on her eggs day and night for about 4 weeks, only leaving occasionally to eat out (she spurned my offerings of water and lettuce which is apparently what you should give ducks - I had a lovely chat with the Protection of Birds lady). I had cardboard boxes ready to transport Mama Duck and chicks to local pond. A bit like having your bag ready for the hospital.
Then one morning Ma and the eggs were gone - they appeared to have hatched - so I guess she marched them off in the early hours herself. I really hope they got there safely. Mama Duck had plenty of time to observe my skills at getting Boys 1 and 2 out of the door, so probably decided she had better get on with it herself, without letting an amateur in troop movements intervene. Wise old bird.
I do miss her, I got used to peeking at her every time I left and returned to the house. Should I be worried that my most important emotional attachment recently was to a duck? Don't answer that.
Here's video of a duck rescue.
In other news, before I went to Paris (did I mention I went to Paris?) I had a little scoot round the old Happy Valleys Shoppe Centre .
|Silk dress by French Connection, made me feel cold just looking at it|
|Brrrrr, not warm enough for these|
|Loved the navy sequined jumper - Whistles|
|Hobbs - loved this on the mannequin|
|NW3 - younger sister brand of Hobbs|
Anyway, enough of dresses, the only sensible attire right now is raincoat and wellies..and possibly waders for visiting ducks..