One by one, he handed down a duckling to my outstretched hands, and I then put them on the grass, where they were happily reunited with their mother. We counted out thirteen ducklings in total, and each and every one of them crapped in my hands. Can't say I blame them.
Our intervention doesn't seem to have done them any harm. They drew crowds all afternoon at the Easter event. There may have been giant games, birds of prey, exotic reptiles, insects, mammals, tractor and trailer rides, quizzes and chocolate eggs yet the ducklings were proving to be strong competition.
Unprecedented numbers of people turned up today. Our trailer rides were so popular they were totally over-subscribed and we had to shoehorn in an extra couple of tours. There isn't an ice cream left in the shop. My feet hurt. But, this is what makes it all worthwhile - a lovely couple of comments cards left for me this evening:
"By far the best place I have visited - lovely surroundings and good walks. The children enjoyed the games and quiz - a perfect day"
and
"I think it was the best I've ever been to - Emily, age 7".
And best of all, I get to do it all again tomorrow! Pass the wine...
4 comments:
There was no need for all the fuss of shifting them - I've always found that ducks move very satisfactorily if one stands behind them muttering the word "orange" ...it works so well that ours won't come near me any more!
.....but think of the enormous commercial possibilities should they succeed!
Reg,I always trust you....well, almost....
Cogi - you are a cruel duckmaster!
Anonymous - Maintenant, le canard... le landing... les wheels, bon.
Did any of them have 4 legs?
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