(drum roll please) Franny and her mate. Let’s call him Clemant!
A little history lesson: last year Franny was my breeding female, along with Harry. Both named after my parents.
Well, this year, Franny is back! And her mate is a stunning specimen of Mallardness. However, I have no way of knowing if he’s Harry or a new drake. Therefore, I’ll call him Clemant, after my father’s middle name.
Franny eats, basks, preens, eats, basks, preens …
…while Clemant keeps other pairs of Mallards out of their territory.
Life is good for a Mallard hen named Franny.
Blessed be ;}