The ducks seemed to stir up a bit of a fuss, quacks and flutters as they moved in with quick steps to begin gobbling up the seed from the grass with their beaks. Llewellyn couldn’t help but smile a little, raising a hand to point at the little green headed ducks, “This little fellow is a mallard, the one with the green feathered head?”

He waited, watching Rhy out of the corner of his eye to make sure his husband had followed his gesture before he looked around for signs of a wood duck. “He’s quite different from this one over here, the one with red eyes. That one is a wood duck. It’s markings and patterns are more uh- fancy and distinctive by comparison… a few more colours too.”