Twenty nine days ago Elvis was sitting tight on another hen's egg and was pecking me most voraciously. For she had gone broody again.
So I decided to save duck eggs for a couple of days. It took me three days to collect eight eggs, which I carefully placed underneath Elvis, who pretty much hadn't moved away from the nest box in several days.
She clucked most contentedly, like only a broody hen can, and settled down to sitting on the eggs.
|My first duckling, no more than twelve hours old|
|Two new ducklings doing their very best penguin impressions|
I took a few more very cute pictures as they settled into their new home, then let be again.
I only wish that things were going so well with the adult ducks on the other side of the fence. But all is not peace and harmony at the moment. More later.