Anyone who reads this blog regularly will know that I like watching ducks. I was waiting for the bus yesterday morning and idly watching a family of ducks - mother, father and 5 tiny baby balls of brown fluff. They were pottering about the kid's playground - which is a large grass expanse with swings etc.
I noticed the mother duck was shaking out her wings and then preening her chest feathers and the babies were copying her. Of course their wings are hardly developed at that stage but they were doing their best to follow suit! Then they all curled up in a hollow and went to sleep with the father duck apparently standing guard with one eye out for danger.
Motorists round here stop for ducks to cross the road - especially at this time of year when there are babies about. Even buses and lorries stop so quite often you'll see a queue of 3 or 4 vehicles patiently waiting while a group - or even a single duck - cross the road. It's rare to see a squashed one.