Sometime on Monday, I noticed that the mallard who laid 10 eggs under my front window was sitting on a bunch of newly-hatched ducklings. Cool, I thought. I wonder what time this happened.
The mallard didn’t seem to pleased with my gawking, so I left and periodically came throughout the morning and afternoon to see if I could get a better look at them. Not surprisingly, they were uber cute. But considering they were a few hours old, I expected them to be the size of strawberries. Instead, they were each the size of tennis balls. And Mama Mallard was sitting on all 10 tennis balls while flapping her wings at me. I know when to keep my distance.
I thought I’d have a few days to come and visit, but sometime in the late afternoon they all left the nest and never returned so I didn’t get a chance to get a picture. Here’s the nest they left behind though:
I’m a little bummed that I didn’t get to see them march down the street together to wherever it is they ended up. But I’m hopeful that this is a permanent nesting spot for Mama Mallard (although part of me of is doubtful since she didn’t know about the big white dog before setting up her nest so close to our front door).