
The arrival of the mallards has become the first sign of spring at the pond – well, ever since the first year I lived here when a beaver kicked off the season, slicing through the frigid water and sounding the alert at my passing by slapping his tail on the water, resulting in a crack that cut through the air and ricocheted off surrounding trees like a gunshot.
I have no idea where the mallards spent the winter, but they look relaxed, and comfortably at home – happy in fact – as they glide through the barely thawed water.

I share two similar photos which display the color and markings of this waterfowl. The male, in the foreground, has a shiny green head and neck that sometimes looks deep purple. The slightly smaller female has duller colors but she is no less striking with her markings, especially her eye markings, which make me think of Cleopatra’s.

The photo above is a favorite of mine because it shows the typical setting of the mallards – close to the shore and somewhat sheltered. From another angle, below, they are observed eating – what, I don’t know. They submerge their whole head underwater and forage around, coming up for air infrequently. The female especially spends lots of time in this activity. I’m not sure of the mating season, but watching her, I had the sense she might be satisfying a craving!

Yesterday, as the sun set, they took off. Here are their silhouettes against the early evening sky.






