One Duck, Two Ducks
Linda B. was kind enough to point out that I’m a lousy ornithologist, I can’t tell a hen from a drake. The photo I posted two days ago was Elizabeth, not Frank.
The good news is that Frank showed up this morning, and now we have our lovebirds back in the pool where they belong every February. I don’t know how long a duck lives (if it can avoid the hunters), but I hope these two keep coming back forever.