Today is particularly windy. Sustained winds in the mid 20 MPH range, with gusts pushing nearly 40 MPH. 

There’s a pond near our house, and it is home to many ducks. Being springtime, the ducks are wandering the neighborhood in search of food and nesting areas. Our house is a popular destination because we always put black oil sunflower seeds out for them. The usual crew of mallards and muscovy ducks made their routine morning visit, but then we were greeted by a new group:

A mother mallard and her seven babies.

Of course my children were all excited, proceeding to name each one of them. We put down more seed just for them and watched them eat. Then… the wind would blow. I don’t know how much a duckling weighs, but it’s not much. The wind would blow a strong gust and you’d watch all seven ducklings get blown into the yard, rolling tuckus over teakettle, struggling to get back on their feet against the blowing wind. It was a pitiful sight, but of course had a good degree of cuteness to it. I wish I was able to catch some video of it for truly it was a sight to see.