Got home tonight, and the ducks got through the last patch I put at the foot of the gate that goes out to the irrigation canal. They've done this before, and I've grabbed a dog and got them back. Last night, however, they would not get out of the water. Echo and I worked quite a while (me with grain), and the ducks had us both running in circles. They have learned that the dog can't swim upstream. So ... I was completely frustrated, and so was Echo. So I left them there. Later on, I went back sans dog, and just grain, with the same result. The two owls up on the telephone pole were sure putting on a pretty show for me. So I left both gates on my canal open, and the gates to the backyard open, and the gate to their duck area open. I woke up this morning, and nothing. They are nowhere to be found.
You know ... pluck them!! I have provided them with a good life since they were little. They have a nice grassy area to hang out in every day. Full flood irrigation at least twice a week. A large barrel full of water for them to swim in. All the bugs they can eat. Good grain daily. Leftover bread at least twice a week. Scraps of veggies and thing. Their wings were neatly clipped. And all they wanted was that damn irrigation canal. Every day. I fought that since the day they figured out it was there. And all I wanted was some eggs. And they never even gave me one. It'd be cheaper and much less of a hassle to go buy some. But ... now I don't even want any damn duck eggs. Chicken eggs will do just fine, thank you.
If they are in their duck house when I get home tonight, I'm serving them with their eviction notice. I don't want any ungrateful ducks here anyway.
I guess I should take some clicker herding training lessons. With how lousy Echo and I did at our last trial, and now we're not even able to round up a few lousy ducks, I'd better break out that vacuum and start workin' on getting a good grip on Echo. We coulda had duck soup last night if I was as talented as my clickercrackhead mentors.
P.S. You're welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Hooter