After the fox sighting, I was worried when I could count only six heads last night, but two ducklings must have been hiding in the grass. There are still eight of them this morning. A proud Dad was following his brood as they raced ahead of him. He seemed content to let the ducklings set the pace and the direction. As a consequence they have passed by my window three times already. Moving along like a lawn mower, the ducks wander back and forth in front of the house, always in a slightly different path.
For such little legs they move very fast. I looked down to change a camera setting and by the time I looked up they were already aligned with the next room in the house – so I found myself following them back and forth to get some photographs.
With the loss of the female duck, the lone male parent seems to be very diligent in his duties. He’s also beautiful to look at – here he is with some of his brood.
I realise the fox is likely to be hanging around somewhere, but I’m thankful the ducklings survived another day.