"Once I have recovered from my feeling of not being amused by your idea of giving up, my answer will be a quite definite yes, yes, yes, we will miss these blogs if you give them up.
And of course, you had no complaints; we were all just being kind to you. And I did not really mind looking at the site morning, noon, and evening, trying to see the next entry.
And many thanks to Annie for that little reminder."
So what can a little sister do but try and make her big brother happy again?
I think I've mentioned a few times that my remaining 7 ducks gobble down a quick breakfast every morning before rushing helter skelter to the big leaking pond, spending all day there apart from a couple of trips back to pick up food and going out into the field to forage.
They always return to their hut at dusk, take in more food for the night, have a splash in the little pond and then troop into the hut as it gets darker. One or other of them stand guard at the top of the ramp, and if I don't turn up at that time to close the hatch they go in anyway and squash themselves into the farthest corner until I come and speak to them. I ask them if they are ok, all present and correct, and they answer "yes, we're fine and shut that door finally!" I take in any left over food and that's it these days around 5 pm, easy bedtime!
We had one day of snow on the 17th, it looked magical. The ducks were not amused, but they went off to the big pond in a hurry anyway. It was Sunday, and my neighbours at the Post Office came to the door and asked if they could take their two dogs out into the field. All four of them went and had a great time playing with the dogs and having snowball fights.
When they had gone back home I went to the recycling bin with the ashes from my log burner, and thought I'd just check to see if the ducks were alright. There were lots and lots of ducky footprints in the snow, also going down into the ditch with the muddy water, but no ducks. I checked in the surrounding area under bushes and hedges, nothing! I was getting a bit panicky by then, took my ash tray back into the house before intending to go out on a duck hunt.
Then I had a thought, went into the duck run - lots and lots of ducky prints already muddy - and heard a little noise from inside the hut: they were all inside! Now this had never ever happened before in the daytime, I was amazed. I'm not sure if it was all the commotion with my neighbours and the dogs that frightened them, but I was very pleased that they considered their duck hut a safe haven!
Either Caramel or Winnie [can't tell from that distance] sitting "guard" at the top of the ramp on the 17th. They were still all in at bedtime - and I enjoyed my cosy fire that night.
Annie asked me some time ago if I would knit a couple of little teddies for Colin to take on his expedition into the Columbian jungle in February [little gifts to hand out to children]. Of course I was happy to oblige:
My friend Pat joined in the knitting and produced 5 dinosaurs, in the end more than a couple of little critters were sent to Colin to take.
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