The little brown duck has been sitting tight on her nest. The other ducks leave the run every morning to perambulate around the farm but she stays put, wedged between the back of the duck shelter and the wall. At four in the afternoon, she covers her eggs with feathers and straw before waddling down to the pond for a dip. Suitably refreshed, she returns to the run, makes a bit of noise in the hope that she might get fed early and then settles herself back on her nest.
She was still missing at lunch time and I thought she may have deserted. My ducks have a tendency to sit for a fortnight and then give up. Or hatch the eggs and kill the ducklings as they emerge. They are not good mothers.