I previously posted this about our “Toby” ducks:
Our Toby Family
After weeks of breakfasting on our offered corn, our Toby couple disappeared. My husband sadly settled for the black-bellied whistling ducks and the occasional stray Toby that would shyly appear.
Then, this past weekend, my granddaughter was feeding the ducks when our missing couple appeared with a youngster. Mystery solved! Our couple was raising a baby, keeping him hidden in lakeside greenery until his feathers were hearty and he was ready for his social debut.
The family of three swam across the lake with Father in the lead. He came ashore while Mother and Baby (male? female?) paddled several feet away. Father patrolled the shore, ignoring my granddaughter’s showers of corn. When he was confident our side of the lake was safe, he turned to Mother and Baby, silently signaling All’s clear.
Mother came ashore first, dining hungrily on the yellow pellets on the ground. Baby hung back with uncertainty before joining her.
For several minutes, Father continued to patrol before relaxing enough to satisfy his own hunger.
After watching my granddaughter and me carefully, Mother and Father moved further down the shoreline, giving Baby space to explore. My granddaughter and I were honored by their trust.