continued from prior post yesterday
Mr and Ms Quacker (in the scupper) lit in the pool at 7:30 pm and the fun began when they were still in the pool as we waited for daylight for my AM walk.
Mama sat in the chair and I wandering around, never once even looking at the swimming ducks. She was flabbergasted that I ignored them.
Mama ooohed, ahhhhhed and laughed out loud. The quackers were mating, swimming, bathing, and having a blast. We watched until daybreak and then after my walk, at 7:30, they were still in the pool
Mama said to Daddy, they can't stay here, if they make a nest for the babies, they might be in danger from Beau, even though he is ignoring them now.
Daddy said lets shoo them out, HA HA HA
They did climb out of the pool but refused to leave. At 9 am they were back in the pool and mama looked on line and called a wildlife rescue number for migratory birds.
She asked if it is ok to shoo them out, she did not want to stress them.
The lady had a great time laughing with Mama and said they had them in their pool for 3 weeks last summer and yes, its ok to shoo them.
Let the Shooing Begin! no matter what da pawrentz did, they would not leave, Mama said maybe they can't fly, Daddy said then how did they get in the fenced yard?
Mama got two big metal spoons and started banging them and yelling shoot and it woke up the three pitt bulls next door and they raised a ruckus and the ducks would not leave.
Daddy said, Lets open the drive through gates and shoo them in the front yard.
Mama said, they might get run over.
Daddy opened the gates and they shooed them herding them like herd dogs, hissing and shooing at them.
They waddeled through the gate and Mama shut the gates and
burst out laughing.
With a big fuss, a much larger female came running to them, quacking and greeting them and soon there were 5 of them.
they went ON THE FRONT PORCH.
Mama went inside opened the door and SHOO/ HISSED
The two from our pool took off flying like feathered tanks, barely clearing the cars on the street and were off into the wild blue yonder.
On Friday Morning, there was yet another one, not the same two in the pool by himself.
He only stayed a few minutes and flew away.
Mama thinks Mr and Ms Quacker must have telegraphed him to get out of Dodge, the people in the house are crazay.
Mama says they are soooo precious! I say, are you kidding me? I AM THE PRECIOUS in this house.
|You will never guess what they are staring at. I will tell you. They were watching either a small frog or bugs on the side of the pool. Mama missed the grabbing of whatever the male grabbed. He did not share with his wife.|