Heard two ducks flying low over the house early yesterday morning. Every spring they visit our garden (I don’t know if it’s the same pair as I’m not sure what their normal life span is) and we feed them and put out a little paddling pool for them. Occasionally they repay us by taking up sentry duty on the roof, usually in the evening, when they go quacking up and down, much to the amusement of the neighbors.
Once they built a nest behind a shrub near a corner of the house. I saw eggs there but something came along and ate them before they had a chance to hatch. However, the following year, they arrived with a ready-made family which they must have marched over from another location. I was rather touched that they wanted to show off their brood to us. We’ve got into the habit of looking out for them now, and in twenty years they have very rarely failed to show up.