NO! AAARRRGGGHHHH! I'm definitely up for hosting It's A TAS Knockout here, whoever catches a duck gets a bottle of sloe gin! Hee hee!
Blasted things. I'm waiting for the inevitable to happen anyway, as they don't come in at night. We have a pheasant pen near us, the keeper shot 16 foxes in 3 weeks just before Christmas. (Hope that doesn't open up a can of worms, it's a business.) He thinks that we're being used as a release site, as that's an unnatural number of foxes to have in one place, particularly territorial dog foxes. He can't believe that the ducks haven't been killed. If I sell the three which have been requested then I have a better chance of getting the other five into a house at night, eight is too many for my little duck house.
But I'll have to catch the wretched things first. I'm like a Benny Hill sketch, just add music as I chase them round and round the pond, and spring out unexpectedly from behind trees. What a waste of time, too.