It seems to be all about the small animals today.  One duck is nesting underneath the duck house and another has started sitting on a newly laid clutch of eggs.

The hen pecked bird has succumbed to her injuries and, in spite of our attentions for the last few days when we treated the wound with swabbing, disinfectant and spray, I found her dead in her living quarters this morning.  We will bury her in the vineyard later.  Poor bird.

Some amusement was, thank goodness, provided by greedy Mack who decided to clean out the lamb jug after I had fed the milk to Ig, Pig and Wig.  I needed a laugh!