If You Love Something Set It Free.....

Unfortunately it might become a midnight snack for a varmint.

Yep, we set free the little ducks that were out growing their cage and our patience to house them.

"Don't you think it's time to blow this pop corn stand?"

The last two nights before freedom something had managed its way into the cage and eaten one of the flock. We were down to eight.
Ohhhhh, how they loved their new life. They jumped in the pond and fluffed and sprinkled and took the most delightful duck-baths. They took to it like.........................................

But each morning for the first two days of freedom there was one less duckling. We were at a loss for how to protect them and Clio's Psychiatric future was looking extensive and expensive.
But come Sunday morning when she did a downy head count -- there were still six!
Those little darlings discovered that if they sleep on the tiny island whatever the heck that carnivore is -- can't get to them in the dark of the night.
Lucky and Ducky and all of the little mother ducks on the pond have taken them under their collective wings and you see our ducks falling into place with other baby ducklings out for a swim in the sunshine.
These are hard lessons on life and death and food chains. But we are so pleased to see the survivors thrive.
And then there were six.
We are taking suggestions for names???