We knew the ducklings would change in the time we were away....but couldn't believe the difference in 10 short days!
(For new friends benefit - the road to living, breathing ducklings has been a long one...I must be the only girl on the block to post pictures of a dead duckling on her blog...no crochet squares here!!!)
Anyway - here are Lola and Coco on the day we got them - only about 5 weeks ago
and here they are the week we went on holiday
and here they are now!
The boys even suggested that Granny had accidently killed them while we were away and replaced them with these monster ducks!
(we know you took great care of them really Granny. Although you do realise that they now expect a mixed baby leaf salad from Waitrose as opposed to the leftovers they were getting previously???)
They are clearly teenage ducks as Lolas voice breaks between a
teeny tiny cheep and a deep quack - very funny!
Anyway (again) they have been residing in with Tortoise Ned, until Granny pointed out that the greedy ducklings were eating all of Neds food as well as their own. He's just not quick enough...naturally!
So, today they were moved from here:
to behind the workshop...with the chickens.
Bearing in mind that the Orpington Ladies have literally pecked the 2 rescue chickens (Gladys and Muriel) into submission over many long months, the chickens were seemingly afraid of these 2 pre-teen ducks!
they stared some more....
....then got on with the eternal hunt for worms!
Meanwhile the little ducks splashed about in their new (way too small but ok for a couple of days) pool. Yes, that is indeed a beautiful belfast sink...don't ask me why it's not in our home.
Speaking of change, can you believe how healthy those rescue girls are looking?
They still get kept in their place and have to be very strategic when trying to get in the coop at night, but are doing so well. Here's some more pictures of them enjoying the sunshine:
As for Ned?
He didn't seem tooo upset to see the ducks had gone...and was rewarded for sharing his house so generously with a lovely new sign!
That's right...Ned and Breakfast.
That's what happens when you let an 11 year old boy
choose the name.
(note to self...)