The pair of mallards must have been lost, for they decided to make a rest stop, and landed in my swimming pool. This had never before happened in my twenty years of pool ownership. The mallard couple, a male and a female, swam around the deep end, paddling sometimes in circles, trying to make friends with a white duck that was there before them. After several unsuccessful tries, the mallards left the host alone and decided to explore what else this rest stop had to offer.
The brown female paddled toward the shallow end, possibly looking for something that just wasn't there. The green-headed male, on the other hand, decided to climb out of the pool and cross the dry cement. He disappeared into the bushes.
About five minutes had passed when the male mallard wobbled back out of the bushes to rejoin his spouse in the water. He obviously had not found what he was looking for either. Regrouping, they both paddled back to the deep, attempting one last communication with the white duck. Still, the duck would not quack with them. So they paddled ever closer to this duck, which was now facing them, and barely a foot away. The couple kept from quacking and just stared at this incredibly rude white duck, for being so averse to interact with them.
Having enough of this inhospitable rest stop host, the mallards took to the air and flew off. The white duck, bobbing its head up and down, still said not a word, for it was not feathered, but plastic.
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