On the ice:
On the ice:
Just lounging on some green space in the city:
You can tell that the wild mallard hens are very different from hen Rouens. They are much smaller, for starters, and they are a lighter tan in color.
You really can’t call them ducklings anymore.
I believe they are three drakes and one hen, with the carrot top being the hen.
In one of her father’s notorious rape sessions, he wound up puling up some the skin on the back of her head.
I have not laid my hands on these ducks, so I have not been able to sex them.
But the biggest one getting some green plumage, and he’s already the same size as his dad.
So Phil better watch it!
Phil is eclipse plumage. All mallard ducks undergo a molting period in the summer in which they cannot fly. During this time, male wild mallards lose most of their ostentatious green feathers and look positively homely. Phil is a khaki Campbell cross with wild mallard, and when he goes into eclipse, he turns back to khaki.
It looks bizarrely moth-eaten for what was once fairly dapper duck with a green black head.
His concubines don’t seem to care that much:
See if you can find the new duck nest!
Dad found this egg in the sleeping box this evening. They are reproducing!