Looks like Mrs Mallard has been using my punt as a landing pad again this morning.
At this time of year she is much more likely to be in unusual places (for ducks) in search of a little peace from persistant males. When I lived on a boat it was not unusual to be woken by the slap of running duck feet trying to land and stay upright following a rapid exit from the trees. Something you will never have heard if you have lived all your life in a house like a normal person but I miss it. I don’t miss the early morning beak tapping on the boat from the swan mafia demanding breakfast with menaces. They never did get the concept of lie-ins on your days off. Now I just have a dog for that.