Nine Ducks ~ And Counting .....

  It's all getting a bit sad, and pathetic, now. Last week I reported how someone had put eleven ducks back on the little river, in town. Today they were, already, down to nine.

 I counted them as I passed by, on my way to the library. Coming back, I decided to photograph them for ye. But, even as I came along, camera out and the setting chosen, a woman crossed the little bridge above them and a moggy appeared from the car park behind. Pandemonium!

 Fucking ducks were everywhere! No where to go. No where to hide. About half a dozen jumped into the water, quacking their heads off. The rest just slapped their feet on the narrow bank which is all the home they have.

 I spoke to Hugh, my Butcher, about it. We spoke of how they have no shelter. No proper food source. No real hope. They're fucked ducks.