Ducks and chickens

Ducks and Chickens were a game changer for us. They taught us to get up early, to understand the quack language and that they all (especially chickens) like a good cuddle.

RIP little Pi our teeange duck at PumpjackPiddlewick

Rest in Peace little Pi. In the blink of an eye life becomes death. It is times like these that remind me how precious moments, and memories, are. It’s a reminder to take the time, to savour the times with those around me. Thursday, last week, was spent as normal.Read More →

Dealing with brooding ducks and timings at PumpjackPiddlewick

Tis the season, the time for brooding ducks. Now to most, brooding ducks means ducks sitting on nests, all quiet, peaceful and spring tranquil. Well, I am here to tell you… ‘Ha!’ I’ve mentioned before (in duck difficulties), in January here ducks start to pair up. It’s a hit orRead More →

making hay fit in our stable duck bedroom at PumpjackPiddlewick

As it is raining, it’s a good day to muse on making hay. And straw. Except making straw doesn’t have the same ring to it. Or the same connotation. And so now I am curious. Not just about hay, but phraseology. ‘Making hay while the sun shines’ is a proverbRead More →

Duck sex season is here at PumpjackPiddlewick

Writing a letter to a friend on my newly positioned desk. Gazing out and watching the world walk by in between sentences written. When I hear the definite sounds of duck sex behind me. It sort of puts you off your creative flow. Turning around, I have to laugh asRead More →