Every Spring when the snow finally all melts, the backyard temporarily becomes a pond. And every Spring that pond attracts a pair of ducks who just can't resist stopping by to take advantage of the congenial surroundings.
Though we and all our neighborss have dogs who raise a ruckus whenever they see those two ducks, the ducks must know that they aren't in any danger. They pay no attention to the yapping dogs, but simply continue plopping around in the cold water. At its deepest the water is barely deep enough to float a duck, but that doesn't seem to bother them. They will hang around for a few days until the water seeps away into the ground, and then we won't see Mr. and Mrs. Mallard until next year at this time.
The arrival of the ducks is a sure harbinger of Spring around here. That and the newly ermerging green shoots of the Daffodils and Daylillies mean that soon I'll be shedding my coat and getting ready to cut some grass. The golf course is calling my name. I can hardly wait.