Suburban randomness.

This is a family of ducks on their second pass through our yard. The first time Peter and I saw them they were headed determinedly for 183rd Street, which is busy, and we were a little worried. But they either took wing or reversed course, because we saw them again a few minutes later, still intact. The small ducks, recent babies, all had their adult feathers but were much smaller than the adult ducks, the presumptive parents. I'm not sure what the duck maturity timeline is but it was cute to see the big ducks leading the littler ducks in a perfect straight line, off to polish their duck education and (hopefully!) to avoid getting squashed by cars.