They hang together.
I’m guilty of sentimentality when it comes to wildlife—a syndrome Russell Baker has amusingly described. In the case of the domestic ducks that hang out at North Pond, my enthusiasm is pragmatic: I appreciate how photogenic they are, how well they stand out against the surrounding scene. It helps that they are just a single pair, returning to the spot perennially.
They look lovely against the blue-black surface of the pond, or when its surface is glowing with the reflected colors of autumn. The pair also look pretty darn cute against the fresh carpet of spring.
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- They are inseparable . . .
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- and behave much the same.
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- They do no harm.
George Weaver says
I have something of a nostalgic feeling about the domestic white duck too. I grew up with a huge drake. He walked to the nearby convenience store in our community to beg. We loved him! 🙂
Celia says
I have only seen geese so far on our city streets. Seeing a white duck at a Chicago convenience store would be quite a sight!