For these birds to survive they have to find food in the marsh. It was windy Saturday and the chicks were nervous. I gave up on the pond eventually, even though all of them came in — even #8-17 who really does not like to get her feet wet THERE but, they clung to the costume.
Instead, we went foraging. We found a new patch of Dewberries for them to snarf down. #3-17 ate a mushroom. We discovered little acorns and when we eventually got back to the pen the main course!
But don’t feel bad for the rest of the birds. They ALL got a piece or two of Doug!
Happy to report yesterday (Sunday) went much better. All of them were quite preoccupied foraging in the pond. Doug hid in the blind and I slipped away behind a thicket of alders out of view.