Ducks

For her birthday, Jenny asked for two pairs of call ducks, which we, Katie, and the fosterlings dutifully obtained. One pair is (I think) 'dark blue silver', and the others are white. They arrived last week, and had been settling in nicely.

This morning, we were getting on with clearing one of the beds in front of the copse, when shouting and hollering from Jenny and Philip's direction suggested a problem. Fearing that one of the cats (both were out, and only one was supervising us) had 'discovered' the ducks, we went round. Instead, the dog had got out, and caught the white drake, Ninada. Unfortunately, he seems to have suffered serious internal injury, and died en route to the vet. I buried him in the copse this afternoon.

In brighter news, the big bed (which already had three fruit trees in it) is now complete, in a sense. The turf has all be cut and lifted (and stacked to rot down), and the heap of chippings that's been there since June has been spread out. It looks suspiciously like a flower bed. We'll start to put more plants in over the next couple of days.