Well. When I stepped out of the chicken house? I was just in time to see the last duck walking down over the hill towards the creek. Once they get there? I never see them again. Several days after, I took the tractor down over the hill to see if I could find any of them. The juvenile drake and the brown hen were IN THE CREEK. Once they do that, they don't come back. The raccoons and coyotes and such eat them. Sadly, I came back up...
The neighbor called me the next day and asked how the ducks were. I admitted that they took off. "Yes," she said, "I know. Two of them are walking back to my house!"
That was Wednesday.
Well. It's now Saturday...
As you can see? SOMEONE has been playing in the handy green duckie pool. This is about 10" deep and 3' across or so. See the feathers? Yeah. Duckie feathers. WOOT! I caught a glimpse of the juvenile drake and the brown hen near the chicken house right before the cold front storm hit this evening. They came back! And they're alive!
I'm still smiling.
