During the winter season, a duck with odd facial patterns, we’ll call him Cheeks, was a frequent member of the flock. Not the most handsome drake I had ever seen, but not coyote ugly either.
Cheeks
As a biology teacher, I thought it would make a great study in genetics if he would stick around and have some offspring. Kind of like my own, little Darwinian experiment.
Fast forward to spring and Cheeks was flying solo. Actually, he was traveling with two other drakes, obviously on the prowl. They’d hang around, get Brad all riled, then fly away, only to come back the next day.
Well don’t ‘cha know it had to happen. Cheeks showed up yesterday with a hen, all protective and bravado, like “Whose the dude now?”
“Oh yeah!!!”
Mrs. Cheeks is a stunning hen and they make such a lovely couple.
Perhaps I’ll get my cheeky chicks after all. Love is, most certainly, blind. Blessed be :}
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