|Always hungry, always crying|
|pre-used and rejected|
It is only in the last three years that swallows have come back to La Chaise. We do not know why they went, not why they have returned. It is not due to an absence of cats, though there was a period feline , free. Now the majestic Cha-Cha, who condescends to be fed by Alex and Audrey and occasionally brings them a mouse in return, stalks the grounds. His ambition seems to be to install himself in our house. But, unusually for a cat, he understands the word 'No' - even 'Non' - unlike the visiting three year old who ignores both.
So the swallows have left but there are ducks back on the duck pond down the farm. This also after a period of well over three years since the last duck was killed by a pine marten. We were practicing what is known as a 'vide sanitaire' in local farming terms. In other words, the absence of prey for the nuisibles is supposed to make them look for food elsewhere. No doubt the news that two pine martens had been so stupid, or arrogant, as to get themselves trapped only a few weeks ago also helped.
|should never have left the pond|
Unfortunately the ducklings were not safely on the pond when the near three year old grandson saw them. They were waddling on the path, nibbling the odd bit of grass and occasional bug. Grandson yelled 'canard, canard,' and set off in pursuit. A three year old boy can run nearly as fast as three month old ducklings. The ducklings dived under the fig tree by the barn and tried to hide. Grandson got on all fours and went after them under the fig tree. The ducklings escaped the other side. Oma had to lie flat on her stomach to rescue grandson from fig branches. The former rushed off to the pond, determinedly pursued by the latter: canard, canard!'. The latter was carried back home, in tears, for tea.