Here are the remainder of our flock, six happy ducks. I’m not sure if they miss their friends, or wonder where they went. This morning they were reluctant to come out of the house, then when I tried to walk them out to the big yard they didn’t want to go. A couple of them ran back into the paddock and I had a hard time herding them out the gate. Maybe they thought they would never come back. They’ll get over it. This afternoon they are sitting peacefully together under a tree.
I cleaned the duck house and pool this morning. Hopefully we won’t have to do that quite as often with fewer ducks. They’ve begun their first molt and are already losing the feathers they just got. Seems unfair in a way. Today I noticed the feathers that are falling out are getting bigger. Sad. But when the new feathers grow, they should be more colorful, so that will be fun.