Eggs

The ducks were very aggressive with each other this morning. I have one drake that is scheduled to go to the neighbour's for dinner. He has black feathers on his head and is a pain in the backside - the drake not the neighbour. The neighbour is lovely. Actually, all my neighbours are lovely. Well, except for the one I haven't met. I don't know if he's lovely or not.

Blackhat - the drake with the black feathers on his head - is a real bully. He's always pestering the ducks and chasing they off their nests. The ducks get their own back when they can. Sometimes Blackhat has this long thing hanging out of his behind (his penis) and the ducks play 'bite that worm'. Nature is very weird.

Of the four ducks I have left, two of them have started laying eggs again. There are eight eggs in one nest and two in the other, although the nest at the front of the house has the eggs scattered around a bit this morning. That might be thanks to Blackhat.

Of the eggs I saved from Ms Moneypenny's nest, one of them was definitely off. It had a crack in it and didn't show the air bubble when I candled it. So I did an egg-topsi and discovered that, though it did have a large yolk with a tiny white spot on it, it smelt terrible when opened.

The other eggs, when candled had fairly large air bubbles and possibly movement inside. On one of the eggs I thought I saw a tiny webbed foot up against the eggshell. But it was gone before I could get the camera. 'Though, it might have been wishful thinking.