When I arrived I was promised ducks.
Ducklings, in fact, nesting on the lawn. There has never been any sign of them. Until now. After annoying all the jackdaws, and standing off a magpie, Dux quacked for a while then took his leave, soaring towards the pond in an unhesitating curve around the church.
I’m hoping he’s gone to get her…
that ducklings may yet arrive.
Molly, of course, is much less clear on the desired course of events.
It’s the quacking (and the fact that she can’t chase them).