It brings back a memory in October when Momma Duck comes to our pool and honks loudly. She is flapping her wings hysterically but there is not a Daddy Duck. I had a thought that she was mourning her partner for over twenty years. He had a limp last summer and looked weak. It was very unusual for ducks to be there in the fall and she only came for one day. Momma came to the place where they raised their ducklings to mourn his loss.
I think I had seen Momma Duck's new friend in a group of ducks. As I gazed outside our window I ventured outside to get a closer look. The male duck seemed a little startled but let me take pictures. Momma Duck was use to me taking pictures and went right on swimming. Her neck turned toward my direction as if to say hello. Did Momma Duck tell him about the place where she raised her ducklings? They glided through the water in rhythm together from one end of the pool to the other side.
Will the nest be in the same place below the angel statue hidden among the grasses?