Poor little Poly. Where had she gone? We were terribly worried. Then Matt and I went to the Denmark Rainbow to stay with Teddy and Jenny, all the way to Orbyhage in South Jutland. We had a lovely time canoeing on the shallow sea and eating Jenny's delicious cakes, and scouring fields for stone age flint tools. But after that we came home to a lonely drake. Then Matt popped into the Tarn, our local bird sanctuary, and asked a lady who was working there if they had seen a Muscovy. Imagine our delight and surprise when she told us this story ...
Poly had been found by a neighbour on the other side of Fairy Hill Park, who lives on Broad Lawn, a lady also called Jenny. Jenny Broad-Lawn had fed the strange, tame bird, and taken her in. As she was going into hospital that afternoon she phoned the RSPCA, who took young Poly away. When the RSPCA found out she was ours the lady brought her back after inspecting our duck pen, which she pronounced truly an Edenic environment for two Muscovies.
So Poly was returned. Apparently there were posters advertising her 'found' status on the other side of the park - we hadn't seen them as we were in Denmark, plus we only sometimes walk to that side of Fairy Hill, we usually go the other way up to Eltham.
Hurray! Here's a picture of Poly and Sharik enjoying morning ablutions, a bowl of hot water on a frosty morn.