Quack, Quack

Oh, he's a crooner, that one is. Wooing her with song, a song by the Duhks no less:

"... Yeah baby, I'm gonna meet you there

On the outskirts of the sky!

Yeah, baby, I'm gonna meet you there

And we will fly away!

Oh, way beyond the blue

Oh, way beyond the blue

One star belongs to you..." 

The unusual amounts of rain we've had the last two winters have kept things green longer, and... well, the extra water does make the area attractive to the quackers. People don't seem to mind it either.