
I thought I was going to have to open the gate into the front yard for the ducks, but they figured it out, quacking loudly as they went.

They gave Halley the cat a wide berth...

...and finally were rewarded with a bin full of 'scratch' after the long journey.

We had thought about trying to scare the deer away, until one day she brought her fawn with her.
I guess we can just refill the bin more frequently for a while longer.
It's amazing how spoiled those ducks get. Our hen, Flo, used to follow my son all around the barnyard so he could feed her worms. The grass is looking good!
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I have a new address.
Teresa