Ducks

quackLast Saturday was the annual Yarmouth duck race on the Yar.

Whether it had anything to do with that, or the great weather, I don’t know but yesterday morning a Mummy Duck and her brood of seven or eight ducklings were spotted waddling across the bottom of our garden. (I couldn’t count them as they kept falling over and running round in circles.)

To get to us they must have walked at least a mile along a busy(ish) road – and crossed it – so all credit to Mummy Duck for getting them this far.

I have no idea where they were going but I hope it wasn’t too far and that they have all reached wherever it was safely.