The white duck sat unsuccessfully on a clutch of eggs last spring. She waited patiently in that brooding stupor they get into for more than a month. We kept seeing the eggs emptied out around the yard, probably stolen by some creature or another. Finally there were none left and she finally gave up. Then about a month ago, she tried again. She makes her nest right next to the house, right next to the back porch. I had no expectations, but when I got home from work, Joe called me out to the yard. Their mother is off having a bite to eat, I think.
