Patrick and Polly, the Australian wood ducks are a very entertaining couple. Patrick is just a little bit of an Aussie bogan. He loves his mullet cut;
They reside at Blackheath duck pond in the Blue Mountains of New South Wales. If they have to venture far from the water they stand in every puddle they can find, just to feel at home.
Life can be a little, well….boring in Blackheath. Residents have to find ways to amuse themselves. Polly has been performing a few gymnastic tricks on the bar. No wings, one leg….I’m quite impressed.
Now Patrick is just a tiny bit chauvinistic and I’m sure he thought, ‘Anything Polly can do I can do better’. In the end he just had to have go. ‘Let’s see….just find my centre of gravity and carefully lift that leg’;
The pair like to wander up to the village occasionally; great cafes there. Cake crumbs are not the best duck food, but I guess they make a nice change from water weed and grass.
Oh dear me, Polly. That’s rather unladylike;
Trudging home at end of a long day.
BEHAVING LIKE GROWN-UPS
Even wood ducks have to settle down eventually and start a family. By early October Patrick is checking out nesting trees. Yes, Polly will lay her eggs (quite a lot) in a hollow branch. Once the chicks have fledged (well, tumbled to earth from the nest) she and Patrick have to put their silliness aside and become responsible parents.
Sometimes the fatherly role is all a bit much for Patrick. He leaves his brood to Polly and has a little nap….Zzzzzz