Ducklings First Nativity Play

To the joy of their proud families, the Ducklings have a central and starring role in their nursery school nativity play. Though little Rose could not be persuaded to remove her tiara for the event. As always, our intrepid shutterbug, Duncan, was on hand to take the official photographs. These will take pride of place on the living room walls of their respective parents Alice and Julius and Chloe and Olivia!

Nativity 2015

Merry Christmas and a Peaceful New Year from The Cowbridge Ducks!


Christmas Carols

Or “The Mystery of the Disappearing Mince Pie”

Julius is woken gently from his slumbers by the sweet and dulcet tones of his lovely wife Alice. It is time ( more than time ) for the ducks to make their way to Church for the annual Carol Concert. And it’s a chilly evening, so Julius is going to be very glad of his fabulous new Christmas jumper isn’t he?

Now where is that mince pie he was saving to fortify himself before going out into the cold? Let’s hope that there are plenty of mince pies and lashings of hot tea on offer for the congregation after the Concert is over.





Happy Holidays to One and All !

A Midwinter’s Night Dream

Or “Julius has nodded off on the sofa (again)”

Here we find Julius putting his feet up and just resting his eyes following an afternoon of Christmas busy-ness.

Unfortunately, before settling down he succumbed to the pleasure of maybe one too many of Alice’s delicious mince pies. (We won’t mention the Festive libation that accompanied it.)

He soon drifts off to the Land of Nod, with the sound of Christmas carols reverberating gently in his ears. To sleep, perchance to dream …?












To be continued …


Twas the night before Christmas ..

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse err I mean duckling,

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care

In hopes that St.Nicholas would soon be there..

photoHe spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk

And laying a finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!


He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they flew like the down of a thistle,

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night! “

Clement Moore.