Each springtime, my favorite resident pair of mallards returns. They will spend the summer visting the brook often [I think they nest in a bend a little further up] and become a daily routine to see floating by. First sightings in the spring have varied from in the brook, swimming in large puddles beside the cottage or across the street, to just merrily walking down a muddy Olive Street. Today they decided to traverse a snow bank to check out some birdseed that had swollen as it soaked in the melting snow, and in doing so, provided much entertainment for Peach.
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