One of my ducks has been sitting on a nest under a tree on the neighbour's side of the fence. EVERY morning she would walk past my bedroom window at 6am, quacking loudly that she wanted her breakfast. As she could only leave the nest for a short period, this meant I had to roll out of bed (if I wasn't up already) and go give her food. When she didn't wake me this morning, I knew that probably meant her ducklings were hatching. Sure enough....7 more wee babies. We moved mama and babies to the cage in the cat-proof run where the last lot started off but have now outgrown.