Donald

Bro4 made the most of the sunny afternoon by tending to the ducks. They were in fine form with lots of quacking, flapping and splashing.

I've yet to explain to him that his beloved Daisy now needs to be called Donald.

The raspy quack was an indicator but the fancy curly tail feathers that have grown in the past week or so have confirmed it.

Bring on the Spring and the patter of tiny webbed feet. :-)