In case you can’t spot them, it wasn’t just one duck… she had a clutch of ducklings waddling behind.
Actually, there were TWO big ducks plus all the littles. One of the adults immediately started flying around and quacking at me when I stepped outside. I grabbed a few pictures and then left them to themselves – I could tell they were totally freaked out.
I’m assuming they wandered over from the wooded area that backs up to the street next to ours. I think they’re Black Bellied Whistling Ducks – which are a type of tree duck that nests in hollowed out trees or on the ground. (Thank you, Wikipedia.) Also, both parents share in the duckling-raising duties. Way to be present, Daddy Duck. Sorry for giving you such a fright. Feel free to come back to visit anytime. :)
Yes! That's them! I see them perched on my roof top every morning and night, but I've never gotten to see the ducklings! How fun!
ReplyDeleteThe ducklings were PRECIOUS! Crazy how many there were ~ I think I counted 11 or 12. It was the water fowl version of the Duggars! :)
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