"If you're the mallard I sketched the other day, come over here," I said, really not expecting it to. Imagine my surprise when it did! One mallard had been swimming in this back pond by itself, when most of the mallards were on the front side of the park, at Duck Pond. Maybe because he knew I couldn't tell it apart from the others?
As if it read my mind, the mallard turned his head and showed me a spot on its neck--something I hadn't noticed before. I could pick it out from all the others! "Thanks!" I felt all smiles on the inside and decided to call it Nicky (you know, from the spot on the necky.)
But when I came back the next day, another mallard had left Duck Pond and joined it too. "Is one of you Nicky?" I asked. But I was sure I could spot it this time. Strange...that mallard played some kind of trick on me or spots disappear as you grow, because neither of those mallards had that spot on the neck. Ohhh no. How now brown...mallard?
