My Stalker

I work at the local hospital. This was the view that greeted me this morning.
Ever get the feeling you're being watched?
Spot the duck.

Avianophobia

This morning my colleague chased Theresa the Duck away from nesting in the shrubbery at the entrance of the hospital. about 20 minutes later, Theresa was on the roof of the hospital with her mate, eyeing up the pigeon netting as a nesting site.
I headed up the stairs, 2 flights (no pun intended), tried to open the window to shoo them away but for health and safety reasons, the windows only open 2 inches.
So I grabbed a piece of paper and pushed my hand through the gap and shoo'd them off that way.
What I didn't realise was I had been 'performing' for the patients queueing up to collect their prescriptions from the hospital pharmacy. Many a wry smile as I slunk off, muttering, murmur murmur, bloody ducks, murmur murmur.
It's going to be a race between the laying of the eggs and the men in white coats. Ha ha he he

Return of Theresa

Another good week in the weight loss stakes.
At work Dean the pigeon is thriving well and attracting his own fan club! Humane trap still en route from USA.
Theresa the Duck is back, with her Drake. She can't access the quadrangle due to the netting so she's taken up residence in the shrubbery next to the entrance to the x-ray department.
The last time she did this, she was escorted, along with her fluffy brood, down the busy hill, across the road, past the market, across another busy road and finally to the water - by the maintenance guys from the hospital. She is one weird duck.

Hubby and I might be going to jive lessons on Monday

What's the difference between Doctors and Ducks?

You can herd ducks.

Yes, Theresa The Duck is back. You might remember a couple of months ago she decided that the grassy quadrangle surrounded by hospital buildings on 4 sides would be a good place to rear a family? Those ducklings perished, we thought due to her being disturbed off the nest by Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Well she's back. Last week she had 9 ducklings, today she has 3. I think a combination of uncovered drainage holes, possible rodent predation and becoming cold while mum is off feeding may have killed the first 6. (If I'd lost 6 kids in a week, Social Services would be round like a shot!)

Anyway, I've reinstated the pond (large deep sided plastic tray for cleaning BBQ grills), pinched some chick crumb from Mrs Glum, erected a small shelter (top of kitty litter tray) and redesigned the ramps to allow the ducklings to get off the path and back on the grass when they get stuck. the reception staff had reinforced the barrier to prevent them falling down the fire escape last week.

Yesterday I was visited by an irate secretary from the floor above, waving a cardboard box and sporting a bad attitude. She had arrived to 'rescue' the ducks and release them as the mother duck was distressed. I showed her the environment, taught her duck speak. Mother "Quack, you OK kids?", Kids, "Yes mum, we're OK, are you OK?" and so on and so forth. after a 10 minute natural history talk she left her cardboard box with me, turned and said, "I'm so glad you're looking after them, thank you for caring."
She'd wanted to knock my block off about half an hour ago! I prefer ducks to people some days.