They came by at an odd time, when the sun was not to my advantage, when armed only with an iPad. The little ones are getting bigger, but they still can’t quack. Momma Duck didn’t quack at me today.
By the way, early this morning, Daddy Duck came and quacked at me to get me up. He came upstairs to the deck off the bedroom to quack, and then when I got downstairs was on our patio (where I see the wee ones most of the time) and glared at me. I talked to him, and when he left, turned to my wife to say “I was talking to the Daddy.” She pointed out she heard the conversation, or at least my end of it, to which I replied, “His part was mostly interpretive dance.”