Those ducklings aren't Schrodinger's, they're mine.
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♥Apr. 12th, 2019 // 04:18 pm♥
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At least seven out of eight, I think. ZuZu was not happy to see me, so I'll go out again in a bit with an assistant to have a proper check. I suspect that Mike will want me to deal with ZuZu while he wrangles the ducklings!
When I went out, two of them had fallen out of the nest and not figured out how to climb back up. I think I might have to move the box onto the floor for the first few days....
Edit: a couple of the ducklings got out of the nest and couldn't figure out the ramp to get back up, so I roped in Mike as Faithful Assistant and went to move it to ground level.
Being Chief Duck Wrangler, I tackled Mum.
- Hooked beak: immobilised
- Flappy wings: pinned down
- Taloned feet: well away from me
It’s ok, though, because a devoted duck mum, who only leaves the nest for a few minutes in every day to eat and perform her toilete, still has one more weapon at her disposal.
Still, nest and ducklings safely moved, and Mum is back on duty now.
Got out of the shower and into clean clothes. Could still smell it. Oh, right, better clean my bloody glasses.... |
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