We have a plague of the wee fellas on the loch.
Some are pretty well grown, others very tiny.
They scoot and run everywhere, and it must be hard for their mum to keep them in line.
One, sadly, has no mother and spends their time dodging bigger ducks.
How do their mothers recognise their own ducklings?
Some are pretty well grown, others very tiny.
They scoot and run everywhere, and it must be hard for their mum to keep them in line.
One, sadly, has no mother and spends their time dodging bigger ducks.
How do their mothers recognise their own ducklings?