Tuesday, 5 April 2011
A Ducky Tale.
It's pouring here today and so I thought I would share yesterday's adventure with you. Not my adventure you understand; no, it is spring and so the ducks are on their annual breakout of the pen, thinking in their rather dimwitted way that I would not notice them waddling noisily past the kitchen window, quacking with a particular style I now know after so much time together means it's Colditz Time!
Oh heck, she's seen us. RUN!
The Drake's Progress.
(Oh, humour me, for heaven's sake! I thought it was funny!)
She looks a bit cross. Let's head this way (and trample over the tulips we planted into the grass under the apple and plum tree to cast a scarlet studded carpet. No longer likely it seems)
Quick! She's getting close!
Forgot that was a dead end. S'pose we'd better go back. Nearly time for supper isn't it?
Biscuit: Is she still looking?
I know - look cute! She won't be able to resist (cos she really is that gullible!)
Er, I'm a bit stuck. Any chance of a lift?
My gorgeous Biscuit. I do love that girl.
Hope you're having a good day x