I have some new neighbors. Newlyweds, in fact. They can be a bit noisy, but it’s mostly during the daylight hours while they move in, so that’s OK. I blame it more on the thin walls of the townhouse than anything else. The building isn’t exactly old, but the walls are thin:
Over the last week, they have been moving in rather slowly. The wife usually stays and sorts everything out at home while the husband, I assume, is off being the breadwinner. She’s a pretty little thing, as you can see in the above picture. Wait… what? You can’t see her there? Here I’ll move a little closer for you:
Yes, my new neighbors are ducks. Over the past few days, the male has arrived and kept constant vigil while the female sits atop the nest, a surprising 20 or so inches from my front door:
After talking to folks more knowledgeable about ducks than myself, it’s evidently not terribly uncommon, as the mulch and wood chips retain heat for when the two of them disappear. Usually, when they do head off on a date, or wherever it is they go, they move the chips and mulch and bury the eggs beneath. Another male duck arrived the other day, however, and there was a big ol’ row. I opened up the front door to see what the heck was going on with my new neighbors to discover the newlyweds chasing the intruder around the little open space that leads out to the driveway. Then they all disappeared, leaving the nest uncovered:
Nine. Nine? My new neighbors may be quiet right now, but I have a sinking feeling that the silence may not last much longer.