We’re down to two ducks–Ruby and Perl. We believe that Ada decamped to the neighbors’ pond, and unless they call and ask me to come try to get her, well, I’m not foolish enough to attempt to catch a duck in a pond again. FORTRAN flew straight into a tree right after he figured out what his wings were for and broke his neck.
So now there are two.
They like to roost in the trees and on top of the chicken coop. JC caught some pictures of them heading up to their nightly perch, and I love them.