Next-door's ducks are rightole mingers, to be fair.

They have quacky chats with the mallards on the river, quacking back and forth.

I like to think that the mallards are saying stuff like "Don't worry chaps, as soon as we've figured out how to open a padlock using just blunt bills and webbed feet, we'll have you out of there in a jiffy."

Then I get visions of the captive ducks going into their little shed and tunnelling, every now and again one of them will wander out and surreptitiously drop a load of soil that it had secreted up it's trousers.

Occasionally Steve McQueen Duck acts up so has to go into solitary and throw a ball up a wall for amusement.

Posted By: Arizona Bay, Jun 17, 09:16:04