Then into Ward D! The lady mallards were wanting to take it out on someone, so I guess it was me. One bit both of my hands over and over again. She would snap at them and peck at them. Another one, just got a hold of the top of my hand and clamped down on the skin. She twisted in a circle and left a round mark on the top of my hand. Ouch.
Otherwise, more of the same. Woodpeckers snapping. Squirrels chattering. Me humming another tune. K~