One of the ducks sat on the roof for a whole day, looking out over the lake. Suddenly she flew. We didn't manage to lure her in. The next day we saw her far away on the lake, and the day after that she was gone. We did not see her for a week or more. Then suddenly one day, she sat on our pier. After a while, a piece of bread made her follow us to the hen house and to a sweet reunion. Now the two ducks spend some time by the water each day, but they always come back to eat and sleep. A nice summer life. For all of us.