Bad news...

Decided to visit the river again and check the progress of the ducklings. Yesterday there were nine... today: five! The optimistic me would like to think this is a different family. However, I can't help but think that four wee babies were overpowered by the waterfall, or were exhausted from trying too hard... or were plucked from their wee cosy home by a big bad bird. I don't think I'll go back again... don't want the numbers to reduce anymore. Plus I now can't get the nursery rhyme 'five little ducks went swimming one day' out of my head.