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 . . . Continue reading
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 . . . Continue reading
Also see the Duck Gallery.
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, . . . Continue reading
Everybody loves ducks! A duck is just a flying cat, right? Maybe a swimming cat . . . Continue reading