I’ve been trying pretty hard to think of an appropriate seasonal pun for this, but nothing seems quite right:
- “Deck the hall with a clutch of ducklings”
- “It’s the most wonderful time of the year…for nesting”
- “O ducky night”
- “Rudolph the unseasonably-timed duckling”
- “Silent night, quacky night”
Yeah, not working.
Anyway, it is, obviously, December, and a pair of wild mallard/mottled duck hybrids has decided to raise a batch of babies in our pond. I’ve mentioned the apparent awesomeness of our pond for duck breeding before, but this is pretty ridiculous.
The babies are clearly only a few days old, and I saw them for the first time yesterday. I’m hoping it stays warm enough at night for them to survive. It’s been a mild winter so far, so maybe they can stay warm until they get big enough to survive before we have a freeze. It’s generally January or February before that happens, so hopefully all goes well…