Early Saturday morning I was at my computer having my morning coffee when I not only heard the morning song of the robin but I heard a mallard.

Full of excitement I ran to find Mark to let him know the mallards are back.

Me:  Mark I heard a mallard.

Mark:  You didn’t.

Me bouncing up and down: Yes I heard one. They are back.  I will have babies in the yard soon. woot woot

Mark:  It probably wasn’t a mallard this early in the spring.

Me:  I’m telling you it was a Mallard.

And then I started walking around the house quacking like a mallard trying to prove it was the sound of a mallard.  Except I don’t quack very well and I have zero grunt quack calling experience.  So I did what I always do, look it up on the internet.

Mallards:

Interesting fact;  Mallards sometimes return to the same areas to lay their eggs each year.  Which is why I see them every spring near our yard or a neighbors.  One spring I had Mother Mallard in my back yard with her 8 little babies.  She probably had them hid so well I never knew they were there until I saw them trying to get out of our fenced yard.  So last spring I searched and searched for Mother and her baby duck eggs and finally found them.

911 what’s your emergency: There’s a crazy lady all dressed in black digging through my bushes.

I’m still haunted by what happen last spring …

I had beautiful baby duck eggs about ready to hatch…

Thanks to a trail cam I found out Satan the Fox had dinner…

And I cried for poor Mother Duck …

So when I hear a mallard anywhere near my yard, I first pray she’ll find a nice safe hiding spot for her babies and then I say an even bigger prayer that they end up in my yard.

Have a great day all … this year I’ll be prepared. Nothing will come between me and my little helpless baby duck eggs.

911 what’s your emergency: Umm yea, there’s a crazy lady all dressed in pink camo with her hot pink bb gun in high heels chasing a fox down the street.

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