Returning yesterday from a weekend's Adventure in Austria (more of which anon) we find news awaiting from Jemima.
She writes to say she is "missing the Poultry Palace with ensuite pond and delicacies served in a bowl."
The very caring Paul Morris's attempts to upgrade the home water feature have met with upturned beak - "an old cold water tank with entrance ramp? Really!" In a show of contempt she just flapped her way straight out when 'put in'. Now he has given her "an old plastic dog bed" and she is "mortified" sitting up to her ankles (if you please) in it. She threatens to "pack up her sawdust and come knocking" on our door if things don't improve.
It's to be hoped that next week's visit to the garden centre results in something more suitable for a lady of her stature!
However, we believe she may just be doing it a bit too brown because she also writes of her new beau - a male pheasant who goes by the name of False Dimitri - it seems they are all but inseparable and he quite looks out for her!
So maybe there are things more important in a duck's life than a pond?
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