The six males circled around a young female and she seemed flustered with all the attention. She eventually stepped out of the water and then they all wanted to still chase the other males off. This small flock had stopped nearby and fragmented from a larger flock. I like the tight curls on their tail, and colorful plumage. Mallards were the first duck I probably identified and always look for each spring. They were too engrossed in life to worry about the human nearby. Tired , many tucked their heads and took a quick nap. As children we dangled a string in this pond many times to catch crawfish, sometimes returning them on orders from our mothers.
I marvel at times when we sat up in this tree over a half century ago. I was glad to see it still standing.
Some rather pushy visitors to the area, they still are waiting for a flock of females to arrive.