Mallard ducks. They’re pretty common around here in the summer. I think that’s a little more obvious when the back yard swamps from the winter thaw and spring rains. The other obvious thing is that they always seem to be in pairs – a male and a female. It’s really kind of endearing to see a pair since they seem to be inseparable.
I saw something yesterday that made me realize just how devoted they are to one another. A pair of Mallards appeared in my neighbor’s back yard. Actually, there were three. Two males and a female. When I noticed them, I realized that the two males were fighting! It appeared that one of the males was determined to twist the other’s head off – or so it seemed. One would grab the other’s bill using its own and then try to spin around. They both went after each other for a while like that as the female beat her wings in obvious distress over the situation, or perhaps she was trying to help her mate scare off the intruder. Once the intruder realized it was a loosing battle, he took to the sky. The couple came back together and waddled, as ducks will, off across the yard.
As I thought about blogging about this, I figured I would do a quick check on Mallard fidelity. I presumed they are one of those species that mates for life, but didn’t want to seem stupid writing about how romantic it all seemed if it wasn’t true.
Seems I got it only partly right. Mallards are faithful to their mate until eggs are laid, and then its over. Turns out nearly 20% of male Mallards are homosexual. Who knew? (Wiki, of course.)
So I guess that just goes to show once again that things aren’t always as they seem. Sometimes it’s an illusion. I guess I liked the illusion. Although they are only ducks, there was something comforting about their apparent devotion. But I guess they are nothing more than Summer Lovers, moving on after having their romp in the grass.
I’m reminded to look beneath the surface for the truth. To try not to idealize things that look or feel good when viewed in ignorance or innocence. Not trying to sound jaded. I remain forever open.
Bah! What’s a hopeless romantic to do?