Earlier in the spring a mallard duck decided to make her nest against the side of my parent's house. My Dad, a big fan of feathered fowl, checked on it daily. One day it had been abandoned, or so he thought, and he took several of the eggs up to a faithful hen and slipped them into her nest. As it turned out, the mother mallard had simply gone 'walk about' and returned. Rather than disturb matters further, he left the eggs with the little hen.The mama duck hatched her brood and...
Published on June 13, 2010 16:23