Ducks
I was puzzled by the identity of these ducks today. The one with the red face is male, and he is the sort of large, spectacularly ugly duck I often see hanging about on the slip at Calstock. I had assumed that these were domesticated ducks, although I have had a look at the Websites of Duck Identification with no success.
However, his mate, the slim dark duck that swims low in the water and has a sheen of green on her black feathers, looks nothing like him. I would have thought she was a wild duck if the male duck had not attracted my attention through the medium of spectacularly loud and disturbingly violent Duck Sex. If the chicks take after their father, I foresee a raft of ugly ducklings ahead.
However, his mate, the slim dark duck that swims low in the water and has a sheen of green on her black feathers, looks nothing like him. I would have thought she was a wild duck if the male duck had not attracted my attention through the medium of spectacularly loud and disturbingly violent Duck Sex. If the chicks take after their father, I foresee a raft of ugly ducklings ahead.
