I let the hens and ducks out of their houses at 7 am and made sure to move the feeders outside into the run. As I turned my back to leave I heard a terrible splashing and calling and flapping of wings.  I don’t know how it happened but Joe Cockerel was in the duck pond, weighed down by wet feathers and in a terrible panic.  I picked him up and put him back on dry land.  I’m not sure who was more freaked out – him or me, especially as I have a “flapping wing phobia” which I am trying g to overcome by making myself lift up the hens, whenever I can catch them.

Jeremy set to work making a safety rail around the duck bath to prevent birds slipping into the water, but with an entrance and mud ramp for the ducks to climb. The daft ducks turned up their noses and continued to swim in the washing up bucket. Hmmmmmm!