In case you didn't see the announcement posted here yesterday, the ducks have hatched. Four ducklings were seen peeking out from under their mom's wing, though by the time we had a camera handy, only one duckling was sticking his head out.

Approximately 5 hours later, when I returned home from work, they were gone. All that's left is the hole she dug in my mulch, a handful of broken eggs, and some feathers.

Since day one, I wanted the ducks to leave my yard. BUT, one of two reasons why I didn't go smash those eggs myself early on is because I thought it would be cute to see the ducklings walking around my yard after they hatched. The other reason is because the egg mess left over would have been totally icky and who would have cleaned that up? SHO NUFF not me.

The fact that they left before I ever got to see them stroll around leaves me feeling very cheated. Yes, we were warned that they would leave soon after the babies hatched in search of water. But I expected "soon" to last longer than a workday. Mom Duck, you used me. We went out of our way to not bother you while you sat on your eggs in my beautiful yard, and you repay us by leaving before we can even get a decent picture.

Believe this, Mom Duck: if I see you back in my yard next year, I'm not going to bother calling Animal Control or the Department of Environmental Conservation. I'm calling the head cook over at the China Gate restaurant up the road.