Cloudy with a Chance of...

No, not rain, though it might. No, not meatballs, whatever that means.

The answer is...Ducks!

Yes, it's obviously mating season for ducks. Mr. and Ms. Mallard Duck visited this morning and feasted on bread, since that's all I had in a pinch, and were wandering the yard when I left to go visit the school that three of my g-kids attend. This isn't the first year we've had a pair of ducks visiting. Last year they stayed around the neighborhood for at least a week, wading in the then-full gutters of water. But this year has been extremely dry, and there's very little wading water--or any other, for that matter--to be found. Still, they've returned, and it's always a joy when they visit.

But that isn't the end of today's duck story. When I was at the elementary school earlier this morning. There's a small courtyard with stone tables and benches in the center of the school, and as we passed by it, my two granddaughters pointed out the newest addition to the school: A Mallard hen and her tiny ducklings. Scarlett said that eleven ducklings had hatched, but it was hard to see much more than a ball of shades of brown from where I stood. They did all get up to move around, but the photo I took with my phone didn't do them justice, so I returned to the school later on another errand--and took my camera!

 

Mama Duck and Ducklings

The green wading pool and another, complete with steps and a ramp, were added by the school librarian.  The library is located to the left of the photos.




I guess it would be fair to say that it's been a ducky day! ☺