The one remaining “sitting duck” is safely tucked up on the upper floor of the original handmade house that Jeremy built.  Because she seems happy on her nest and has a fresh supply of food and water (replenished morning and evening) we are keeping the door of the house closed against any intruders.

Outside the other ducks roam around and press their beaks into any muddy puddles, piles of manure or wet earth that they can find and they don’t seem to notice that the sitting duck is missing.  I am holding my breath and hoping that the sitting duck’s eggs will eventually hatch.  Tense times.