As I drove off to the Physio this afternoon one of my Muscovy ducks had flown up onto the new hen house. When I came back she was in the veggie patch nonchalantly wandering about. I've had these particular birds for a couple of years now and they've never come over the fence - it's high but obviously can be breached by flying up to the shed roof in stages first. I don't mind them being in the veggie patch while there's nothing there, and certainly in Cornwall they used to wander around the general garden without causing any trouble, just eating all the revolting, large orange slugs we had there. I'm not sure though whether they will be a problem with the veggies when the warmer weather comes and they're starting to grow again. I only have three Muscovies now, the second from the left in the photo was dead, uninjured, in the field last summer when I went up one afternoon. Another is sitting on hen eggs in an old cat basket. I remove them from her each day, but she's really broody and I can't decide whether to let her have some to hatch out - and just hope she won't try taking them on the pond with inevitable results!
This is not a photo of a starving cat! Purrdy, here sitting on an old staddlestone this week, seems to be getting bigger and bigger. She is so heavy to lift now that I have to make a second attempt when I pick her up.
So February has arrived today, but looks much the same as January. Will this rain never stop? There is nowhere for the new rain to go as the ground is so saturated and because the verges are so soft, vehicles are ploughing them up as they pass one another on the narrow lanes.