Happy Feet

Both of us aren’t sleeping that well just now, and more or less taking it in turns to let the other have a lie in.
As I was ‘coming to’ sotospeak, I heard paw steps and thought Hubby was back early with the dog, but when the boat didn’t dip as he came aboard, I rolled over only to hear a repeat performance.
No-one else on this side has a dog, though our visitors with Woodrow the Parrot are here this weekend, as are our heavy footed academics.
It didn’t take me long to realise that the happy feet dancing a jig were actually running up and down on the roof, so I got up to investigate.
Sure enough, Mr and Mrs Mallard were going great guns starting a nest in our ladder. When I poked my head through the back hatch, they flew off in a frenzy, landing with an inelegant ‘sploosh’ in the water on our bow.
Photo:
our neighbours’ brood of ducklings which grounded them as Mum had made her nest in a bucket inside their bow in May 2015.

This afternoon, we have washed the boat to dispose of any initial claim and turned our ladder over so there are no little cubby holes or indentations in which to nest and raise a brood of little mallardings.
We have never encouraged them (apart from conversation as we walk by with the dog), and I feel cruel as I would love to be a part of them hatching and growing up, but know I would shed oceans when the natural predators come along and snatch them.

Photo taken April 2016.

Sadly not many ducklings survive due to gulls, crows, pike and herons.
One mother protected her last baby by shielding it in the water with her tail, taking it up high on the bank out of the water, or hiding it in the rushes. We recognised her because of her tail and were able to follow her progress and dedication.
Photo:
Mummy duck and baby alongside us July 2016

 
Photos:
Proud Momma and baby on the bank behind us, August 2016.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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