Thursday, 2 October 2014

duckiwucks, they make me laugh…….


It’s been a week and a half since I frogmarched Mike to market so I could buy some ducks to fill the pond. We visited our duck and hen breeder who we have been buying from since 2007 and he always has a kind word and asks with interest about our French experience and is genuinely glad to hear we are happy and settled in France. I let him know swanny had passed over and he commented that at least now we can go in the pond area, such was swanny’s reputation that even the hen breeder knew of his antics. So I asked for three  female and one male duck and he plunged his hand into the cage and grabbed, in no uncertain terms,  what he promised were trois fille et un garcon, I even asked him to make sure and he reluctantly had a look and assured  us we  had what we had asked for.  Remembering however, that my four  baby hens ended up being a mixed coup  with one extra cockerel and one less egg layer, but hey ho,  we are obliged to  put our trust in this man, who then , threw my darling little ducks in the box, turned the box upside down and punched an air hole with his knife leaving me padding about like a quacking  mother duck complaining at his rough handling. I grabbed   my 16 Euro worth of traumatised, but cute duckiewucks and headed home
 
 
 
As always, I mentioned to Mike that the Babies will need a new home and in his wonderful way he revamped the old  duck house into a comfy house for four and I am hoping that we can train them to go to the house to lay their eggs. Now that we can use the pond area collecting eggs will be less of a life threatening event and duck egg breakfast is no longer a dream.
 
 
 
 
 
Mike and I went to the local vintage car show and spent an interesting morning  pottering down memory lane and I could sense that Mike would really like to  own a little honey like this, to care for, and take out,  on a Sunday afternoon, he has been on the bon coin ever since our little outing showing me  everything that is available …mmmmmmmm
 
 
We are making a real habit of sleeping on other people’s drives, and this has to be the grandest to date.  We were invited to a 30’s theme dinner with Ray and Marianne and we turned up dressed like lord and lady Bracknell with dog in garage, had a wonderfully long evening in palatial surroundings eating and drinking to our hearts delight,   then all we had to do, was throw ourselves to bed and sleep, sober up, and go home safety in the morning. ….. wonderful……
 
Our good friends Ron and Pauline came to visit on their annual Spanish camper holiday and stopped off to see us on their way home. Their camper has parked on our drive every year since we have been here and we always look forward to sitting at table and catching up with their news. In March this year we camped on their drive so we have set the scene for years to come and looking forward to our next camper fest 
 
 
 
HOSS is so used to having this camper on his drive that he let Ron and Pauline drive through the gate while we were out and then promptly felt he had the right to get in and make himself at home. He is a softy when it comes to campers and if I say… get in the camper… he is at the door before you can say …..only joking…..
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Mike and I have been in and out of the pond area clearing up and have now decided to turn on the fountain again. We are still not sure about the water quality but can’t see how it would be polluted as the top well is good and the water level is so low in the pond that we need the well water to top it up. Mike usually has to don his waders to go to the fountain but as there is so little water he donned his wellies and cleaned the fountain head which sent the duckywucks scooting off for the undergrowth until they got brave and then came out to play
 
And finally, all is cute on the pond, the old Duck has now accepted the young interlopers and is not quacking them off at feed time. By now, ten days later she is showing them the way to go, and they are an entertaining clutch on the water keeping me clucking around them.  They now  come waddling or paddling up to see us when we go past,  and I know I am a softy but I like waddling and paddling duckiwucks, they make me laugh…….
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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