So the ducks are occasionally flying out of my yard and wandering the streets trying to figure out how to get back in.  By the time we find the escapee, he’s frantic and his siblings are too. But wait…Don’t I WANT them to fly away? Yes, but not one at a time. They need to get to the lake as a family and figure out how to be regular ducks together. So yesterday we hatched a plan to make this happen.

At about 6:00 am, Jim and I started slowly herding the little quackers out of the yard and into the street toward the lake.

We live less than 100 yards from the waters edge, and we weren’t sure how hard it would be to get them there.

So far so good. Jumped the stone wall and on to Martha & Irl’s driveway. (sorry about the poop guys, I’ll hose it off later)

They did not observe the stop sign.

Nor did they look both ways.

They admired the view and had a conference in duck language.

I’m not gettin in! Are you gettin in? No way Jose! It looks kinda scary!

We stayed with them for about 45 minutes trying to herd them in to the water with no luck. Finally they turned the opposite direction and…

Across the street toward Irl’s driveway…

Up the sidewalk…

Hop up on the wall…

Back to the back yard and their pink plastic baby pool.

Sigh.