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Mallards
I’d forgotten about the two ducks who used to visit the pool in my parents’ backyard in the spring.
I’d hear them as they flew in some afternoon and I used to watch them from my bedroom window as they swam in the recently thawed pool water.
My mother told me they came early this year.
When I was younger I was sure it was the same ducks every year. That was long enough ago that even if it was true, now it must be a different couple.