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What the Ducks! 
Oh NO! I see that bad guy. I’m packing my bags to come and give you piggy protection my friends. Piggy Ninja will be there SOON. XOXO – Bacon
Bacon, u r too kind! But, sweetie, don’t think you will enjoy the 2 degree overnight lows expected this weekend. Brrrrrrr!
That just means that Ninja Piggy gets to sleep with you in your nice warm bed – wiggles to make more room. XOXO – Bacon
Pssst! Don’t tell the ducks! They will bang on the garage door to come inside, too! 🙂
Gotcha. Our little secret – winks. XOXO – Bacon
I hope he didn’t get away with anything?
Not even a songbird! My ducks are safely ensconced in their heavy-duty British covered chicken pen. It’s big enough to keep their bathing bowls, run around and play, dig for bugs (when it’s not frozen) and also keep a full-size coop. Best investment I made for their security and my wintertime sanity! 😉 PS, doesn’t work in heavy snow conditions, mind. But we’ve been spared that this year, at least, so far.
Glad all are safe and sound:)
How do they cope with these freezing temperatures? Keep warm!
And it’s only going to get worse this weekend! Keep warm, too!!!
So beautiful!
*sigh* Yes, they are. I always had a special love of raptors, too. But I can’t let down my guard with the ducks around. *second sigh*
What a beauty…but the ducks must go into deep hiding. Thank goodness they are protected. Yes, our forecast is single digits too. Ugh…
Bundle up!!!
As if the cold wasn’t bad enough, you have to deal with all these hawks hanging around?
Truth be told, not sure exactly how many hawks there are. We could have one persistent fella or several, hard to say. This particular post is a medley of shots featuring one Cooper’s (pretty sure that’s what it is) who went from one side of the house to the other. I first noticed him (the blurred shot) as I was walking upstairs and looked out the window. We were at the same height. I swear I could feel his gaze. Gulp!