The mallards that summer on the 7-acre pond behind my office have gotten vocal all of the sudden. I guess being noisy when you're flightless and/or have dependent little ones is not a good survival strategy. I guess, too, that they and their prodigy can all fly now and it's okay to splash around being loud.
I know these are just imitation mallards deprived of all things that make a wild duck so remarkable but their quacking, kreeking and splashing sure do brighten my spirits and seem to make me forget about work for a little while.
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