A lady mallard

I was down Clachnaharry way today, listening to my pal tell the young barmaid that she has lovely eyes. She does, but I wouldn't have said it. On our retreat from the Inn, we came across a phalanx of mallards who thought we were going to feed them. They came so close, that you could have stroked one.. The females lack the colouring of the males but look at the patterning on those feathers.