Ducks, Knights and Ashes to Ashes, Ducks to Ducks.
I must tell you about our duck family. Well, they were a family until they began falling off the perch, so to speak. Dad , Mum and the Kids. A few years ago our friend Justin Z asked if we would like to adopt Mum and Dad Duck, as he was selling his house. Over a few bottles of Xmas Lunch champagne, we agreed to take them. On returning to his home after Xmas lunch it seems Mum and Dad duck had had one or two Xmas champagnes as well and suddenly Mum laid 7 eggs. We still agreed to take them, even if there were babies on the way. Which there were. 7 of them. Dad and the kids moved in to their new hastily erected bungalow by the dam and had a great life, except the boys used to argue so much that we had to cut numbers and so we had a few adopted out. Mum and Dad and the kids had a happy life, indulging in their rather salacious intra-family relationships which can be enough to cause a queasy stomach to turn. Ducks being ducks, they do have a tendency to fall foul of various ...