Almost every evening when I come home from work lately, a pair of Mallard ducks seem to be waiting on the front lawn. Doesn’t seem an overly safe place, what with dogs, kids, stupid kids, etc. But as soon as I come back with cracked corn, they approach cautiously, wait til I throw out some corn, then start dining, always with an eye on their surroundings.
We have them at odd times, all year round, in the back yard, with a creek running through it, but the front seems weird.
I really would like some rain....and I’m sure it’s just springtime.