Walking back from the car this morning I heard a soft “mmmwuuuump.”
Flocks of Canada geese currently own every pond and watering hole for miles around.
One tough leather-and-chains pair checks out our pond every year, swimming elaborate circles and inspecting grassy banks.
This year three of our ducks sauntered down to the pond and tried to play nice with the wild gander and his gal.
Only a few minutes passed before our ducks rapidly waddled and flapped their way back to the cloistered safety of the chicken coop, quacking something about their inability to keep a conversation going with the new guy.
Hey! You two hens! Cut out that cacklin’ in there.
You can hear me. Now knock it off!
Stella! Come on, Stella!
Hey, Stella! Hey! Stel-laaaaa!
The Country Mice 
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