...when John had gone to put the ducks to bed. He came running in, laughing, saying that they'd all run into the shed without first hanging around outside it, and there looked to be more than 10.
Oh, I said, I bet that's Lane that's gone in with them, I'd seen her trail along with them several times recently. No, he said, they've come out again, and there's 12!
Sure enough, by the time I'd fetched the camera Lane and Anke were in the frog pond with the 10 young ones, but they weren't quite at ease and leapt out and in again several times. When I turned up with the camera they ran up the hill and past the garage back to their home. The pictures are a bit dark [it was gone half past seven], but you can just see, I believe:
On Tuesday afternoon, not quite as late as today, there was another commotion at the frog pond. Looking out of the window I could see cheeky cat Lucy from next door drinking out of the ducks' water container:
These youngsters have not got a grip on cats yet, but it'll come!
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