Dux is back — my very fine drake.
And at last, he is not alone.
I saw them process up the drive, Dux quacking knowingly. He led his companion to the seed tray, the water dish, the shady shower of seed provided by the song birds, and then on (in the heat of the morning) to a cooling patch of mud.
Very proud he was too.
But this is my duck, remember — so it’s not quite as it was before.
Alas. The same old story…