mallards

Our mallard couple is back, eating corn together in our backyard. The deep green of his neck, the bright orange of his feet, the yellow of his bill call forth the splendor of summer. But he deceives – or rather distracts – us from the gentle tans, the spark of blue of his bride. For it is from those drab browns – leaves, grass, ground – that ducklings, and all of summer, comes.