We have three new little ducklings. Ged is flat out like a lizard drinking at the moment, installing solar grid connect systems in nearby Laurieton and he saw a sign for ducklings at a local feed store. After finding our last lot so difficult to get along with at first (crazy canards!) they have turned into lovely members of the family and it is a delight to look out of the windows and see them sitting on a log or gliding gracefully on the river, or flying up to the house for corn and company. They like to have breakfast (before Ged leaves), lunch (when Ben and I go walkabout) and supper at 6pm on the dot. We can pretty much set our watches by them – but at this rate they will become too fat to waddle so I am cutting them back to one meal a day (the buddha principle). Anyway, we only wanted two more (we try to work to the Noah ideal) but there were three left so Ged had to bring them all home. They are so cute. Ged has made a pen for them in the shade under the myrtles and a lovely bed in a big wicker basket full of straw and they are very happy with their new home. They have taken to Avalon like ducks to water, and wander round the garden, going twenty paces or so and then sitting down for a rest! The big ducks are charmed by them too and have adopted them as their own young. They lead them around the garden and then fly from the bank down to the river, leaving the littlies quite bewildered – what happened there?
