A Ducky Family
When I first began bird watching, a flock of ducks like this had me scrambling through my guidebooks over and over in my efforts to identify them. A seasoned birder finally took pity on me and explained that they were hybrids, half mallard-and half something else, usually the white domestic ducks that hang about in civilized ponds.
“You won’t find them in any birding field guide, and the AOU (American Ornithological Union) discounts them as a legitimate bird species,” he said. “And they can’t reproduce,” he said.
These days I recognize such hybrids immediately. And in my crazy mind, they speak to me about how life, in all of its forms, is constantly trying to renew itself.