The mallards need names because Rose is insisting that the male be called “Szechuan.” As hard as I try, I can’t think of any names for the dirty pool ducks who have invaded our backyard. For some reason, I keep thinking that they are dirty, Trailer Park pool ducks from Nova Scotia, and I want badly to name them Cory and Trevor, but it wouldn’t be fair to either of the mallards.
There are many good things to eat and drink with duck, but so few good names – Daffy and Daisy, come to mind.
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The mallards have come back. They are not my mallards – they will never be mine to keep. They will be wild, free to go from my pool to the marsh, and back again.
A few days ago, I was able to get some footage of their takeoff from the pool.
We now have two mallards infesting our pool. Check out this video. If you don’t like the soundtrack, turn off your audio.
This morning, I caught a flock of three doing a flyby. Only two landed in the pool. I can’t help but think that this has something to do with our drought conditions. Every night, right after dusk, the mallards take off and go to wherever they spend the night. They come back at dawn. Enjoy.
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I was somewhat disappointed when our mallard couple left us early in the summer. So many mornings, at daybreak, I would imagine the call of one of my mallard ducks. They were amazing. Like the aircraft cruising around Los Altos on their way to SFO or OAK or SJC, the mallards knew my backyard and most importantly, my pool. At dawn, they would both swoop in, landing in a belly flop and a splash – controlled splashdown.
Ducks are beautiful and this photo compilation captures the mallard in some great moments. On Labor Day, the male mallard came back and decided to make the pool his daytime home, again. I chased him off, and he did a fly-around and came right back. Caroline took these shots that I put together as a youtube video. You can stop on the frame if one of the shots interest you. Each shot is up for three seconds.
I fantasize, or better yet, anthropomorphize, thinking that his mate will show up, and we can “train” the mallard couple to live in their own mallard quarters, free from the ever-present threat posed by the healthy raccoon population. Our cats are no threat to the mallards, but the raccoons are and we live in Click here for the full article
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