Hi, yawwwnnnnnn.... daylight saving started here in the early hours of this morning and I am feeling very! jaded. We had friends around for dinner last night and they didn't leave until around 11.15pm, which isn't really late but by the time John had done the dishes (bless him) we were heading to bed at 11.40pm, which then became 12.40am!!! when we put our clocks forward. I am not a night owl at the best of times and I didn't sleep very well either - I think because I'd done far too much during the day and was overtired.
This morning we started our day with major duckling antics. The mum duck (Madge) was feeding with the main bunch of ducks, leaving her ducklings alone up by my glasshouse. John got our duck catching net and I stood guard in case the mother decided to rush back up the hill. We got our two little khaki campbell ducklings, bless their hearts. It's always hard to know if we are doing the right thing or not but realistically the chances of them surviving are REALLY slim, going by past experience. We put them in a cardboard box and brought them inside to the bathroom (which was lovely and warm) while we had breakfast and could sort out their small pen, complete with extra shelter inside, a shallow dish with pond water and chick crumble in it and their surrogate stuffed yellow duck (soft toy) which I had to put through the washing machine and dryer for them (she'd been lying in the hedge since last year, poor thing, giggle).
In the meantime John was cooking our Sunday breakfast of bacon, tomatoes and mushrooms on our bbq on the verandah when he realised Chester wasn't there anymore. I flew outside and called him, just in time to see him emerge from the shrubbery looking rather smug. He stopped short as soon as I called wait and, oh dear, I could see something poking out of his mouth. Yes, you guessed it, it was one of Madge's other yellow ducklings!! I rushed over their saying 'wait' very firmly and bless his heart, he stood stock still. All I could see of the duckling was its head, I was sure it was going to be dead (a bit like the bellbird earlier this year). I held onto Chester while John got him to open his mouth. Out popped a very alive duckling who then proceeded to rush down the hill, tumble bumble to its mother on the pond. This time, thank goodness, Chester was obviously soft-mouthed. Needless to say I didn't have much appetite for breakfast after all that rushing around and stress. LOLOL. Here's Madge with her brood and one husband (yes she has two!!) late yesterday pm. Her eye looks a bit strange but that's just the way the flash hit her.
We will have to bring the little ducklings inside in a bird cage at night because there is a cold front coming up the country this pm and they are only about 3 days old so will feel the cold. I will put plenty of newspaper and straw in the cage which will help to keep them warm, plus their surrogate duck. We could put them in the hot water cupboard (and may still do) but that can be tricky because we'd have to use a cardboard box that would get wet when they are having some food. Hmmm we'll work it out. They are so beautiful and I think we have a male and a female by the look of them. Fingers crossed they survive the next few days okay.
I'd better get outside and DO something. The day is flying past as it always does on the first day of daylight saving (summer time I think some other countries call it). Smiles..