Seeing that this is my first winter with ducks, I have determined that snow eggs may be  harder to find than even hidden eggs.  Really now, can you see an egg in this mess of white?

Luckily, or not, the girls quit laying eggs after our last crazy snowstorm.   This was the last egg and we haven’t seen one since.  I guess I can understand their confusion and frustration.  No grass, no worms, no mud, no large masses of water.  What IS there to do around here?

They hunker down in snow drifts.

Use one trail to go back and forth down the yard which looks to me something like a cha-cha.

Peek through the kitchen door to see what leftovers might be coming their way.

Continously poop all over my deck!  I try to chase them off, but they don’t seem too scared.

And then they give me this look and cock their neck, “Who, ME?”