Maggie… the Duck

Maggie is our accidental pet duck. We had no intention or forewarning that we would be the proud parents of a duck, but from the moment we found her abandoned egg and hatched her we had no choice but to learn, love and ride the roller coaster of life with a wee force called Maggie.

We named our pet duck Maggie after Margaret Thatcher. Mainly because she bullied her way into this life, and continues to do so. Nothing stops our Maggie from getting what she wants. Consequently, we think she would make a perfect president, for France. Well, for anywhere really, but as FranceRead More →

I posted a picture of our duck Maggie sleeping on Pumpjacks shoulder on Instagram a little while ago. Lots of likes and then a comment to the affect, ‘Ewwww, there is just something wrong with having a duck as a pet’. It got me to thinking.  A year and aRead More →

Spring is a time or replenishment. A time to plant the garden, a time of rebirth amongst the animal kingdom, and a time – thank goodness – when we can move some of the off-spring out. Now I can’t claim to understand, possibly sympathise, but not truly understand what itRead More →

This years spring has been like an old woman entering the cold sea, a tentative toe at a time. I’ve been told it is an El Nino year, so hence the strange lengthy cold and wet spell. Whatever the excuse, I am not bothered, I just wish it would come!Read More →