It started with a gentle sail-by and a flick of that magnificent tail.
It continued with a thorough preening to show off those amazing feathers to best advantage.
Then someone decided to get into the spirit of things, it being the Feast of Saint Valentine.
After that it was just a free-for-all: three ducks, four ducks, seriously submerged ducks, who’s-on-top-now ducks.
They finally settled into a reasonably stable configuration, but I have to think that at least some participants weren’t getting what they needed out of this arrangement. I guess as long as no one drowns, we can all it a success.
Looks like a bit of attempted cross-breeding
Jim R – Yeah, and I think one of the ducks was already a cross-breed – maybe an American Pekin and a Muscovy duck. It had a very odd “top knot” anyway.
I think I finally understand that mysterious phrase, “Now, isn’t that just ducky!”
Laurna – đŸ™‚
Beautiful pictures! Thanks, Isabel.
Tom
Tom – Many thanks.
I have never seen anything like what you have so beautifully captured! I hope ducks have a sense of fun, because it looks like fun.
Judith – It did have some of the air of teenage boys wrestling, just in fun.