When I set off in the morning I fully expected to find Mama duck followed by a train of flufflings. But I never saw that. Mum was there, a Dad-type duck as well, and the kids were all over the place. They were all around the pond, in small groups or just by themselves. I could barely count them (I think there were 10). I guess they felt safe.
Determined
cuddles
Under a watchful eye
Behind your back
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