1666. Mrs Mallard Duck’s fine clutch

Mrs Mallard Duck had found the perfect place for a nest. It was not too far from the stream where she could go to stretch her legs, and it was close enough (although a good way back) from the road to give some interest and variation to an otherwise monotonous twenty-eight days of sitting on the eggs to keep them warm.

Mr Mallard Duck wasn’t a great deal of help, although he did offer a bit of company occasionally when Mrs Duck went swimming and feeding in the stream. But goodness me! Twenty-eight days is four weeks, and four weeks can feel like four months (in fact four years) when there’s little else to do than count the cars and trucks that whizz by on the road.

But it was all worth it! After those exasperating four weeks all nine eggs hatched. And what pretty babies they were! Mrs Mallard Duck would soon take them to the stream for their first swim. But first, she must show off her brood by waddling them slap-bang down the middle of the road.

14 thoughts on “1666. Mrs Mallard Duck’s fine clutch

  1. Yvonne

    And, all the people in the cars stopped to admire that mother and her fine brood as they crossed the road.
    May your break give you the clear head you deserve, BA.

    Reply
  2. umashankar

    Take your time Bruce, even as I suspect you would be setting yourself as a watchman to Mrs Mallard Duck and her fine clutch as they waltz slap bang in the middle of the road.

    Reply
  3. Andrea Stephenson

    And you had to leave us with a cliff-hanger like that one! Actually I watched something awful last night on ‘Autumnwatch’ which is a wildlife show we have here on the BBC – a mother shelduck taking her chicks down to the sea for the first time – every single one of them perished in one way or another…I would have turned it over but it happened before I knew it was going to have a sad ending!

    Reply

Make my day! Have a say!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s