I’ve wanted to keep chickens for years, but we’re not allowed to keep animals on the allotment and the moorings manager might have a word or two to say if he discovered us keeping poultry. Maybe one day if we have land of our very own. In the meantime I have the next best thing, and it keeps the chicken pangs at bay: wild ducks. I say wild, but Mother Duck, who we’ve named Nibbles because she has a tendency to let herself onto the boat and steal the cat’s food,
has reared her brood in close proximity. Every day they waddle onto the back deck asking for food. I might not have chickens, but how many people are lucky enough to have ducks playing in their garden?
There’s five here hiding amongst the bindweed, ground elder, sunflowers, zinnias, and garlic (that really does need harvesting). Can you spot them?
And coming in for tea: