Julien carried it back to the hole under our fence and it waddled off. Maybe it'll be back one of these evenings as frigg tells me they don't tend to wander much from their territory.
The other day, I was driving along the canal and saw an odd-looking duck. Her back was too elongated, and I thought she was trapped in something like a net. But as I drew abreast of her, I saw that she in fact had eight little ducklings swimming merrily along beside her. Widdle ducks...one of the cutest baby animals ever!
And in sadder news, I saw a dead ferret on the road. The poor thing was gray, with a white throat, and it was sad to see one so still when I know ferrets are such lithe, lively critters.
So as not to end on a sad note, the banks of the canal are yellow with the blooming of wild irises. And that is both lively and lovely.