Bird Index duck in boots

A group of doleful mallard ducks

    Are sitting in the rain

And I’m sure that they are wondering

    When the sun will shine again.


And whilst the rain pours down on them,

    They’re preening oily feathers.

It’s these which keep them warm and dry

   Despite the cold, wet weather.


How can you tell the ducks from drakes?

   Well who have the green heads?

It’s drakes who have the feathers bright

   And their wives are brown instead.


But listen to that raucous voice –

   The female’s quacking loud.

She’s thirteen ducklings on the lake

   And feels so very proud.


On rivers, streams or on a lake

   That’s where they love to meet –

With bottoms up and heads well down,

   They’re finding food to eat.


Now look down at those orange feet

   And tell me what you see -

Look - two webbed feet to help them swim -

   But no webbed feet for me.


They’ve waddled over icy grass.

   Their feet are never cold.

A duck in boots?  Well that would be

   Quite something to behold!!



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By Josie Whitehead

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