Quack

He sees me. She's taking a dip. He sees her. She's done swimmin'.

She's getting her feathers in order. He's after her. She's had enough. "Where'd she go?"

Today she showed up! For the past two weeks a male mallard has come to visit but he's always been alone. Less duck poop, that's for sure, but I've wondered about where his lady might be. Hiding out with her ducklings? Trying to stay safe from the coyotes and other varmints? Is she injured? Oh I pondered. Okay, I worried! I was so happy to see her today that I nabbed the camera and tried to be a stealth photographer. Now that I know she's okay they can leave for good. Messy, messy.