The ducklings started hatching on Sunday morning.
These pics were taken through a window.
By Monday morning, the area had its first snowfall. And Mama Duck
had enough of her nest. She took the little ones, 14 in all, into the
backyard so she could find some food.
Don't the Papa Ducks look so proud?
Luckily, there it was only a dusting of snow, but the pond is almost frozen--
those babies are going to have to learn to swim another time. (We call that
white duck "Aflac".)
All in all, a Christmas miracle, I'm thinking. I really hope they pull through and
survive with the odds stacked against them. Right now they're living in a
drainage ditch to the pond, so they are out of the elements.
Sigh. I love a happy ending.