Duck!

WooZah helping the ducks back up the lane.
There are still nine of them and they still refuse to lay eggs, the drakes have an excuse for this deficit but the ducks had better get on with their reason for being otherwise they might get acquainted with cherry or orange sauce. The poultry in general have dismissed the pond I built for them and quack blue murder if they are "persuaded" to avail themselves of the facilities. They are irritating at the moment, more so the geese who have for some extraordinary reason taken to climbing into the gully along the cliff at the back of Rock HQ. This is particularly amusing, especially at night when you are trying to get them back into the safety of the duck house and away from the marauding foxes and they set off in every direction except the right one.