Right under the Brick and Bourbon restaurant sign, way beneath our window, Mrs. Mallard decided this was a warm, safe place to raise her chicks. Sitting very still, passers-by rarely notice, except an old retired guy with nothing better to do than wonder where all the ducks went this spring. We'll keep an eye on her, hoping the leashed dogs don't find the nest, and report back if we see her taking the young ones for a first swim. She's got to cross a busy street to do so, bad planning on her part, maybe we can get an assist when the time comes. Or she'll wait for nightfall, for a moonlit swim.
