For about 10 years, a mallard couple would arrive annually each April and paddle about for a bit in our pool until some deep duck instinct instinct or our dog Riley barking convinced them to leave for greener pastures, or bluer ponds, as the case may be. We were so used to this, that we actually named them Loretta and Larry and even had some bread ready to welcome them back. Of course, when I say we, I mean my son and daughter. My husband and I were less than thrilled to have a pair of [...]
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