Mrs Duck tries to balance on one webbed food while Mr Duck, ever cautious, listens for the sound of my camera tapping the kitchen window.
We have a pair of ducks who've been visiting our garden regularly now for a couple of weeks. They come to the birdfeeder and eat the seeds that drop on the ground. I've left various greens out there, but they seem to prefer the bird seed.
They're obviously a loving couple. The male will keep watch while the female nibbles on seeds. I never see her doing the same for him, though, so I guess he knows who the important one is in their relationship. Once when a squirrel came up to the bridge, he put himself between the squirrel and his lady. What a guy!
Yesterday, after I'd tossed a bowl of apples to the cows, I headed back inside, and stopped when I heard quacking. Where was it coming from? I'd last seen the ducks flying over the pasture, but the quacking was nearby...I looked up. There, on the rooftop, were Mr and Mrs Duck, quacking away.
"Up on a rooftop, quack, quack, quack..."
I'm not sure what sort of ducks these are, but I don't think they're Weather Ducks, like my friend Bernadette, who loves rain more than anything. They seem to be enjoying the fine weather we've been having just, well, fine. So maybe they're Fair Weather Ducks.
