These are our three beautiful new Indian Runner ducks! We got them yesterday afternoon, and this morning there was a present for us – an egg! The white duck at the back and the drake (a trout colouring) are just 8 months old, and the cinnamon one with the flash on her wing is perhaps a year older.
My ducks are so funny. I repaired the old door to their pen a couple of days ago; its the same old shape, hinges and wire, but has three sides of new timber. But will the ducks go in and out? Not on your nelly! These creatures that can so easily not notice if one of their babies goes missing, do not trust that door one inch. The first night I had to catch them individually and put them in, yesterday they didn’t come out all day, then today I had to chase them out. Now they have been lingering suspiciously outside again, but have finally decided to make the daring crossing in, lured by new pond water.
A crow was casting a hopeful eye at our ducks yesterday, and said I thought it was too early for it to be expecting any eggs yet, with spring still some weeks away. This morning, there was the first egg of the season. Crows are most amazing! I brought the egg inside and then managed to drop it on the floor.
