Princess Peaches

I didn't go to Princess Peaches Jubilee garden party. Somebody had to stay behind to keep an eye on the ducklings so I offered to do it. It was a good way of having a quiet afternoon to myself. We all slept for most of the time and Daisy didn't quack any noisy orders to her brood so it was very peaceful.

Her family is growing like mad. They won't be here much longer then we'll be able to clean up my patio and I can go out if I want to. Probably won't in this weather.

I'm quite proud of the way the chicks deal with that blackbird. They chase him then eat his chopped grape. He doesn't run at them the way he runs at me when I try it. They gang up on him. Safety in numbers I suppose. I enjoy watching the antics from the back doorstep.

Queen Daisy

Last year when my duck hatched her chicks we called her Duchess Daisy because it was the day of the Royal Wedding. Today is Diamond Jubilee day and she has done it again so we now call her Queen Daisy. She always has to be one up on other people. What a show off. I could call myself Lord Harvey of Houghton but I don't want to be as pushy as she is.
I knew she was a show off as soon as she walked through the kitchen door for the first time years ago. You can tell with ducks. They strut about all over the place and don't care about other people's stuff.
It's the same with that blackbird. I went out again yesterday just to share a bit of his chopped grape......I wouldn't have eaten it all.......but he put his head down and ran at me! It's not worth trying to be friends with him. I had to hop back inside pretty smartish.
The walk-in-pantry door was open later so I walked in and found a spare bag of hay tucked in a corner.. That was something I could sort without any interference from anyone. I made an excellent job of it. I think J was quite impressed.