You can see her in this photo on the day they arrived, back in 2008. She’s one of the little black and yellow puffballs that look like they’re wearing ninja eye masks. These were my first ducks.
After a few weeks, she looked like this. All feet. Boris was small enough at this point to dive underwater in the duck pool and zoom around. She looked like a little ducky torpedo.
When I ordered ducklings in April of 2008, the order included two Mallards. They both turned out to be females. One of them flew away that fall, never to return, because we were a wee bit lax on the wing clipping front. Boris also flew away. Boris flew away many times.
Boris always came back. She would fly off, zoom around the house, and then fly back to the pen. Her sense of direction was always a tiny bit off, as she could never fly directly back into the pen, but close enough.
When an owl attacked the ducks in 2009, she flew off to safety, and came back when the danger was over. The only time she never came back was when she landed in front of the town cemetery, nestled under a cedar tree, and decided to stay awhile. The Mr. went and got her, and walked back home with her tucked under his arm.
In the winter, she would fall asleep on snowbanks with her head tucked under her wing. Snow would fall on her for hours before she woke up. You only knew she was there because there would be a little duck-shaped lump in the snow.
The raccoon attacked around 4 am. I was awake to see the sunrise later that morning, and this is what it looked like.