I have two stories!
Today, it was pouring down rain. Our ducks have decided to create their own pond in our backyard. There WAS a slight depression in the yard where water gathers occasionally when I water. Now, it is a larger mudhole. They root around in it, only making it bigger, and there isn't a darn thing we can do about it since it won't really stop raining here at the moment. They splash around in it, root around in it, eat it, sit in it and try to float (it only comes to their knees). Needless to say, I think they are rather proud of themselves. They go play in it, then come running to me under our umbrella to tell me about it. I don't have the heart to tell them that this isn't good at all.
So, our ducks are about at that age where they are experimenting with their wings. Confetti, our Muscovy female, and Sunshine, our Rouen female, have gotten some air lately. Duckter J, our runner, is trying hard. While it was raining today, I saw the usual dance of the wings with the ducks out of the corner of my eye while feeding Cupcake, the Muscovy drake, his lettuce. All of a sudden, Confetti launches herself into the air, flies around a tree, along the east fence, and around to our back porch. All in all, a flight of about 50ish feet at the altitude of 4 feet. And yes, this was impressive, but her buddies were so excited about it that they followed her, flapping their wings and when she landed, they met her, flapped their wings and talked loudly. They celebrated with her and were just so proud! They seem to congratulate each other on any feat of flying, and today Confetti got a party!
I love duck.