In past years, we have welcomed our ducks, William and Kate, to The Phenelry. They seem untroubled by the dogs and the cat, and happily swim around on Loch Phenelry, and strut up and down the croquet lawn. But last year was not a good year for them. They had nine ducklings: cute as can be, following William and Kate around. But one morning the ducklings were all gone. William and Kate wandered around for the following days, as if maybe they had left the ducklings on the bus. But no. It was almost certainly the fox.
So, over the summer, I constructed them a floating duck house. Somewhere safe for them to lay their eggs and keep their ducklings safe. But where have William and Kate been? Certainly late turning up this year. And then, yesterday, ducks!
But are they William and Kate? This is by no means clear. This pair come and go. They have been crapping prodigiously on their own doorstep, on the deck of the new duck house. Yuk! Generally graceless, and not performing their duckly duties.
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