Puddle Duck Pub was moved five feet to the side and two feet forward. This allowed for more sunlight to reach the solar panel powered lights. All five ducks watched the Englishman and me carry the house to the new location. They tilted their heads and peered through one glittery eye each as I cleaned the inside and added new bedding. They kept careful watch as the Englishman moved the green plastic turtle pool behind the house and filled it with clean water. They splashed in the pool as we cleared weeds, vines and thorns. They happily waddled in and out of their house, taking mouthfuls of food from their feed bowl. They padded over to their drinking bucket and gorged on the lettuce I had placed on the water’s surface. They raced around the house, chasing each other until they tired. They slept behind the house on a mound of fall leaves, tucking their heads into their feathers in a warm patch of sun.
And when it was dark, all five huddled in a pile on the ground in front of the old duck house location. Puddle Duck Pub was lit up like a beacon to their immediate right but they took no notice. The ducks were confused and so were we as the Englishman and the English Boy cornered the ducks and carried them back to their shelter a stone’s throw away.