For the past six years, since we’ve owned this house, we have been graced by a pair of mallard ducks every spring. The ducks play in the water in the cover of the pool and eat all the little insects that hover over the gross and murky waters of the cover. Eventually they make a nest in the front yard, lay a few eggs, then abandon it to make a new nest elsewhere. I do believe our nest was a decoy for predators since no effort was ever made to hide it. They were a beautiful pair. Every day for weeks on end they would visit, make the dogs nuts, then just disappear as spring faded into summer.
Last night the duck arrived alone. She called and called for her drake but he never arrived. She spent the entire night alone, calling for him. I wanted to cry for her. She sounded so alone and mournful. She was still alone this morning when I woke up, pacing by the shrubs, calling.
I know he’s probably OK and off draking some other duck, but she touched a cord last night.
I hope she finds another drake soon.