Wet, wet, wet.

Mr and Mrs Duck, in the rain, digging for worms.

At this point, it was, in fact, Mrs Duck who was doing all the digging and rummaging for worms in the grass that is slowly turning into a green bog.

She was working a puddled area.

I watched as Mr Duck helped by eventually walking up to the puddle and plonking himself down in it.

Not deep enough yet to swim in, but definitely deep enough to wet his webbed feet.

Happy ducks.

Me... I was still deciding when to get out of the car with bags of shopping.