I went to feed the ducks this afternoon, and one duck was missing.
It was the wild mallard hen, and when she didn’t show up, I had my suspicions.
The oldest hen in the flock is most likely the first to go broody.
But I also knew mallards are notoriously good at hiding their nests, so I didn’t know where she could have gone.
So I waited a bit while the others ate their mash, and about five minutes into the repast, I saw a form slinking down from the outbuilding about 30 yards away.
Other than Ivan, she is the biggest duck in the flock and has always been a greed hound when it comes to food.
I knew she couldn’t pass it up. She slinked on down to the pond, and I sneaked up and looked for her nest.
I found it between a bit of fencing and the outbuilding.
So let there be ducklings!