Oh, bother! That duck is back and she's marching in and out of my house as cheeky as you like. I think she must know I'm not a cat or a dog because she looks straight through me as if I'm not there. She has been looking around for a nesting place but it's a bit too early and there's nothing tall enough in my flower borders for her to hide in. Well, she's not coming into my kitchen to lay eggs that's for sure.
A few well executed binkies should give her the hint if she tries that on.
I can't understand why my family is so pleased about it. They keep saying how clever she is not to have been shot. I suppose I'll just have to get used to the idea of sharing my garden again this year. I don't use it much anyway. A house rabbit has other jobs to do.
