Here's one of my duck(lings) meeting him/herself.
I say 'ducklings', by the way, because even though they look really big, I mean, heaps bigger than the chickens (who, incidently, are not laying eggs again over Easter perhaps as a protest against the stupid notion of a rabbit producing them) they still cheep, rather than quack. It does look a little silly, but they don't seem to mind.
I say him/herself, by the way, 'cos I think we won't know for sure, for a few more months what exactly they are.
But I digress.
Can't remember which one got which name, so here's one of them and a mirror on my verandah.
All fairly amicable, which is nice to know.
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