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
What the Ducks! 
Hey, Lori. Thanks for the great pictures and your continuing documentation of Sandy and her aftermath. I read the story on the link about the chickens in Brooklyn, too, which was heartwarming in its own right. Special thanks, too, for the picture showing our logo and your continued support! All the best, always!
We just feel so lucky to be here to tell this story…thx for following!!!