These Mallards have been driving me crazy lately. They’re passing through, hanging out at the river. They’ve been here for a month or two, so I figure they stopped to nest. Since I moved my Pekins and Rouens out of the chicken yard and to their new pond yard, I worry about them escaping, so every time I see these Mallards strutting across the goat yard, I think, MY DUCKS ARE OUT! (Mallards and Rouens are nearly identical.) I freak out, jump into my chore boots, run down to the goat yard to capture my escaped ducks–and then the Mallards flap their wings and fly off.
And I know they’re not my Rouens because Rouens can’t fly.
And the Mallards sit down at the river and laugh and laugh and laugh.
You know they do!