Cyrus is still duck-obsessed. Last week, we lost one of the 3 male ducks who have been torturing him so. When the spring weather hit, all 3 decided it was time to spend the night camping outside the duck house. They refused to be closed up. In the morning there were only 2. The one with the grey head (who was hatched here) was gone. The Husband and Cyrus just found his remains this morning out in the field.
The plan was to get them some females in the spring, but Mr. Cyrus has not changed his opinion of them (Yum!) and probably he will not change any time soon, so we may need a new plan. I put the 2 remaining boys up on Craig's List, but I do not expect anyone to be interested. I will either find them a home where they won't become dinner, or I will continue the Cyrus training and hope for the best. In the beginning of April we will have had him a year, sorry that we couldn't make more progress with his training. He just doesn't want to learn!
Woody doesn't mind the ducks or the chickens. I think he is even ready to go back to walking off-leash, like we do up at Don's. But I won't try it down here just yet because he just wants to play with Cyrus on the leash and that doesn't make for a fun walk...for me at least.
