Easter Ducks

Mornings are crazy at my house. Ron leaves quietly in the early hours. At 6 the rest of the house begins to stir...slowly. By 6:45 the speed picks up considerably as we attempt to rush out the door. But in my dash, I cam to a standstill yesterday. Beneath my little corner tree stood a drake and hen quietly watching the morning activity.



They almost look like decoys.



When we come too close, the drake would quack, quack, quack. The hen on the other hand would merely lift her head momentarily and not seeing imminent danger, tuck her head back in for a nap. I suspect she will be laying eggs soon.

We are enamored with out ducks. They have been the objects of multiple photo shots with various photographers. Ron tells us they came last spring too.

I hope they enjoy their stay.