Fannie and Gladys wander freely between storms.  Our ducks weathered Sandy just fine like some other New York area poultry.

Gladys and a few of the eggs the girls laid that day.


A tree top covers one of the ducks’ regular resting places.


Oh, say can you see… Nite Eyes on the pen? If yes, everything’s ducky!


Sandy left her leafy calling card in the water bowl.


The Yolk never broke…but next time, everyone goes inside!



Let’s remember & prepare:

Copyright 2012, Lori Fontanes