I wrote a guest post for Kathy (Katdish) Richards last Wednesday on her Hey Look, a Chicken! blog that was supposed to be a devotional-type welcome of Spring, called “Spring is a Declaration.” In the post, I wrote: “The squirrels are engaged in a chase and the ducks in a dance that always results in new life within weeks of the festivities” and that was all it took for the comments to deteriorate into a hilarious discussion of duck sex. I’m serious. Read it.
Also last Wednesday, I wrote “Pardon Me, Could You Lend a Hand, Please?” about Miss Downy Duck and Lady Squirrel.
Today, I spotted Snowy for the first time in ages. She had a little brood hidden somewhere. I don’t have a clue how many ducklings she hatched originally, but she paraded seven of the them across the pond this afternoon. Last year, both Hennie and Brownie had broods of seventeen apiece, and each set got whittled down to almost nothing thanks to the predators and weather. In Hennie’s case, she lost roughly thirty babies last spring. Brownie salvaged four of hers, including Downy and Snowy. In a way, that’s a blessing. With each duck producing seventeen eggs, that was fifty-one ducklings last year–far more than our little pond could handle. But it was painful watching the little yellow heads diminish in number every day.
Seven is a manageable number for Snowy. She can spread her wings over them and guard them from crows and owls, and keep them warm during the cool nights. I just hope the weather will stay nice for awhile so she won’t lose any to the rain.
Looks like we’re in for another spring of Duck Tales!