Duck, duck, goose!

Each afternoon, as the sun sinks lower in the west, we have visitors on our shore.  It’s the flock of mallards, accompanied by their goose.  I like to think of the big white beauty as the “watch-goose”, not unlike the alpacas and llamas that guard flocks of sheep.

The ducks root about in the grass, eating winter insects and grubs, we suspect.  They come boldly near my bedroom windows, which is how I took these photos.

You can tell I was at the window:  the watch-goose has turned to keep a beady eye on me.

I really enjoy their tea-time visits much more than their 5 am quack-ins.  Who needs a rooster with a flock like this?