But aren’t their little fannies cold? The air temperature is about 20 degrees, there’s ice on the water, and the ducks are acting as if it’s the middle of summer in the spa. You ought to hear the racket they make, just like a crowd of people all talking at one time. I guess this is about the only time body fat is a good thing. Love the orange feet.
These mallard ducks are spending the afternoon on lovely Chartiers Creek as it flows through Carnegie, right under Main Street. The ducks live in little nests in protected spots on the banks of the creek and with their coloring are so well-camouflaged against the foliage in any season that it’s a big surprise when a duck seems to pop out of the hillside and into the water. In the summer they are followed by a long string of ducklings who also emerge from some Narnia portal.
They are having a very sociable time, though we would be freezing.
I can’t figure out why, but my photo looks a little blurry on my blog, but it doesn’t in my dashboard right before I post. Hmmm.
I love Chartiers Creek in almost any look, but when the trees are etched black against a new fall of snow I find it particularly moving. Here the branches of the sycamores meet across the water, just as lovely in winter as it in in summer when the trees are in full leaf.