It's a boy! It's a girl........................................
I'm an uncle at last to 12 adorable ducklings. They don't have names so I've called them all Harvey. My lot wanted to name them after some of the plants in the garden, Bluebell, Forget-me-not, Parsley, Rose and so on but I prefer something simpler. Harvey One through to twelve seems much more sensible.
I knew they would be the best ever because they belong to me. Even the two drakes came down for the first outing.
None of them wanted to go .......
..... but after playing around and drying off for a couple of hours or so, we herded them across the paddock.......
.......past the pigsty and into the farmer's field. 
When she got them all through the gap she turned and quacked at us before she set off for the lake. 
Oh, well, I've got my garden back even if the cantankerous blackbird is still around. He must be well stuffed with my raisins by now.
What wedding?
We were amazed at the attention of the drakes having been led to believe they opted out once the duck began to brood. They have remained at her side to the end.
