I'm highly amused right now.
In front of our new house there is a rather long driveway which bisects two very large parcels of grassy land (eventually our landlord may sell them to house developers, but that's some time in the future). On one side of the driveway he made an attempt to flatten out the parcel, leaving a couple of small depressions in the lawn -- neither one is much bigger than an area rug. Well, in the last few days we've had some rain (in Seattle? who knew?) and the depressions have filled up and turned into puddles. The water is no more than two or three inches deep at the deepest. And out there right now, foraging for insects and trying valiantly to swim in these tiny puddles, are a mallard duck and drake.
I managed to squeeze off a few shots before the digital camera's batteries went dead. (I'll post one later when I get the necessary cable hooked up.) Also, since it isn't really a duck pond if you can't feed the ducks, I went out and tossed them a few bits of sourdough bread, which they seemed to appreciate.
Now y'all promise me you won't call the state wildlife division or they'll come out here and declare my front yard a protected wetland, and I won't be able to use my driveway!
UPDATE: Well, the camera was set to low resolution, so the pictures I took of the ducks didn't turn out very well. Nonetheless, the intrepid Captain Midnight "enhanced" a photo for me:
He is silly.
UPDATE #2: They came back on Saturday, and Captain Midnight took several photos. This was the best of the lot:
If I were inclined to name them, I'd probably call them Mal and Jemima. But they're wild ducks, not pets. Even so, they like sourdough bread. And fortune cookie crumbs.