There's a guy (I presume it's a guy, in fact, I presume it's an old guy) near here who makes fake wishing wells and birdhouses and such-like rustic wooden yard ornamentations, and sells them from his garage. His own front yard is liberally adorned with a lighthouse, a waterwheel, a wishing well, and many, many non-functional birdhouses. Lauren loves walking past, and has frequently suggested that we get a wishing well for our place. I don't think so.
This morning at breakfast we heard some rather loud quacking (not a normal birdsong around here). A little stickybeaking over the neighbour's fence revealed a duck happily swimming in their pool. While I went to get my camera, she was joined by a drake. Then they were ... conjoined. Who needs Discovery Channel when you can see antics like this right here in the suburbs?