When In Rome…Beware Of Mallard Mayhem

After leaving the stables Sunday morning (see yesterday’s post if you want to get caught up) I made my way over to Swan Lake.  As usual, the royal resident was gracefully gliding across the water.


Although the swan has had the starring role in previous posts, the honor this time goes to the male Mallard, who was ferociously flapping his wings to impress his female companion.


The two made a striking pair as they drifted along together.


I noticed that they were doing a lot of mutual head bobbing as they swam. I’m pretty sure this was a form of feathered foreplay because before long the couple had…well… coupled.  I hesitated taking a picture, but to be honest, it was fascinating.  Besides, I knew you’d be fascinated too! It was a brief interlude, but I was still afraid he might drown his poor partner.


Afterwards, the male swam off wearing a rather smug expression.


Now, as if that wasn’t enough excitement for one morning, immediately following the mating, a rival suitor showed up on the scene resulting in some major mayhem!

Here’s how it played out.
First, our dashing drake saw the intruder and rushed back onto the lake, intent on being sole possessor of the lovely female.


Meanwhile, his opponent awaited his arrival.


The two met in the middle of the lake and began an aggressive battle.



Every so often they would separate and I would think the skirmish had ended…


…but then they would turn right back around and start biting and pecking and pulling each other under water.




Let me just say, this second male was not easily deterred from his mission.  Several times, the original pair tried to sail off into the sunset, only to turn around and see a maniac Mallard in hot pursuit.


At one point, I turned to the swan and asked, “Can you believe this madness?”
He simply stared at me and remained silent.
Then I remembered, “Ah, yes, this is a Mute Swan.”


Eventually, some sort of cease fire was called, and the unsuccessful adversary went off to the edge of the lake. I’m not sure whether he was nursing his wounds or plotting his revenge.


The victor gave one final taunt…


And then swam off with his hard earned prize.


And the swan continued to skim along the water’s surface, a silent witness to the whole escapade.


11 thoughts on “When In Rome…Beware Of Mallard Mayhem

    1. I wish I couldn’t have gotten the action shots less blurry, but it was happening so fast that I could barely think of what to do with my settings! I loved every minute of it though. 🙂

  1. Fantastic post, Kathy. Wow, so much action, and you got some great shots. The addition of the swan observer was a wonderful touch.

  2. I think that when David Attenborough retires, you should apply for his job! 🙂 Wonderful post, especially the duck drama! (still chuckling over the “mute swan” comment, LOL)

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