The Personality Series: Mr. Clyde
My friend M. brought his trio of saxony ducks over for a night. M.'s drake is huge--far bigger than Augie and definitely massive compared to Clyde. The pullet in M.'s trio began making eyes at Clyde, who returned the flirtations. She would flirt with Clyde, he'd inch close to her, both their heads bobbing, and then M.'s huge drake would notice. Suddenly, the pullet would wax cold and shun Clyde, turning her attention to her own drake. She would begin roughing Clyde up as if he were harassing her. Then, they'd put distance between them and it would all start over again.
Everyone is quick to exclaim, "That one is beautiful!" when they see Clyde. The feathers behind his legs have the penciled pattern common to mallards. He also has a deep red brown splashed about his body, almost as if he is rusted or frosted in mahogany. He has a white patch on his chest, white wing tips and a little white around his bill and eyes. And he has the most brilliant green head of all of my ducks. There are feathers on his back that are a gorgeous hue of grayish brown.
Ming and Clyde in Montana. April, 2009.
Clyde enjoys dabbling in mud.
Clyde and Ming are like siblings (they came from the same farm in Oklahoma).