In January last year I passed on an hilarious story about chickens that invaded someone's house. This time it's ducks that have caused me so much amusement. Their escapade appeared on the Down The Lane Facebook page and is reproduced with the kind permission of their owner.
"Tonight, I had to do several laps of the kitchen, into the hall, into the dining room, back to the hall, into the lounge, out of the lounge, into the dining room........and so on.....following my two ducks. Not impressed. I had to follow them very slowly so as not to scare them. The second they get worried....yup, splat on the floor....thank heavens its wooden. Cat was doing the rounds with the ducks. She even lapped them. They took no notice.
"I had been madly busy all day, in and out of the house 5 times. When this happened I was only home for about half an hour. I thought - go and check on/lock up chickens. Darned ducks. I came through the back door, following the ducks inside. There were 2 eggs in each cardigan pocket, 3 eggs in my hands and I holding an empty feed bucket - chasing these ducks. Hubby sat on sofa laughing, daughter sat with headphones on, staring at PC saying "what?" while I'm flapping around trying not to drop/crush eggs in pockets. Stress or what! As if that wasn't enough, went out for 2 hour lecture on web design, came home to cockerel crowing (11pm) and ducks on patio shouting for dinner. Went to investigate cockerel noise and guess what happened......
"At least they only made it into the downstairs bathroom this time. I will remember to shut the door when I go out next time....I think...."