Whatever was I thinking when I thought the recent visiting couple to the north side of the city were married?
For the past few years our block has been inhabited by a pair of mallard ducks and have so admired their exclusive relationship only to discover a male mallard may have similar traits of a Don Juan in that he leaves his mistress as soon as they have mated and she has laid her eggs.
What’s up with that? I guess nature has some peculiar quirks, eh? Here all the time I thought mallards were similar to turtledoves. For that matter, maybe the doves are not as sweet and innocent as they coo to be.
For the past couple of days, we have seen the female mallard wandering the neighborhood looking for her man, but then maybe she has just been out rooting for bugs and loving a taste of freedom at last.
We’ve seen her waddle a whole city block aimlessly, and it has broken my heart thinking she had been abandoned by her man and searching for him. Why she would insist on walking those little webbed feet down the middle of the road throughout the block is beyond me ~ would it not be more simple and faster to fly? She has now disappeared also but most likely very, very tuckered from all the walking.
If you have read any of my earlier articles, you would find that our wonderful neighborhood is taken over by illegal trafficking from time to time. To make a long story short, one of the hyped up guys down the street attempted to shoot the beautiful male mallard with a BB-gun a while back; and as a result of that unkind act, I have also wondered if his family didn’t have duck for dinner.
My neighbor then came to the rescue and researched the habits of the mallard and discovered that they do have mating rituals. Eventually they pair off leaving the other single male mallards feisty with desire.
I also don’t understand why they insist on making a few yards in the block their home when a huge river awaits them a few blocks away. Perhaps, it is true love and the same pair of ducks return each year to a special hideaway.
Being the romantic that I am, I choose to hope that it is love and not fatal duck attraction, and the male mallard is off on an adventurous hunting trip in Canada ~ soon to return with an assortment of yummy bugs.
As one of my favorite song artists, Teddy Pendergrass, says “it is so good to need and love somebody and have them love you back in a 50-50 love. Thank you, Teddy, for that thought.
Comments: At the precise time that I typed the closing paragraph of this article, my neighbor called and said that the beautiful male mallard was back. We feel so much better knowing that he has only been away on a weekend bug binge and didn’t forsake his lady-love.