Saturday morning, Chuck came in to announce that there were seven mallards in our driveway, pigging out on cracked corn. The last time I bought "hen scratch" for quail, sparrows, linnets, etc., the cashier apparently added cracked corn to my list and I didn't notice it. After he emptied the bag into tubs, he asked why I bought it. I said I hadn't intended to, but as it turns out, it's useful for the mallards. We don't live near "duck" water, but for the past 6 years or so, we've had a pair of mallards feeding among the quail just before nesting season. Last year when the hens were warming eggs, I did see two drakes in our driveway. How we got to seven mystifies me. I went into the kitchen, glanced out the kitchen window, then ran into the other room to tell Chuck there was a huge balloon in back of our back fence. He went out and watched the guys deflate a very colorful hot air balloon in the vacant lot in back of us. It's a wonder we didn't hear it passing overhead. We've had a number pass overhead, flying low, over the years, and you certainly can hear them turn on the gas. Chuck went to Rotary Club early this morning (they meet at 7 a.m.), and said he'd have to search for a new tub of black oil sunflower seed, so he'd feed birds after he got home, about 8:30. I opened the drapery, and there was a tableau of seven mallards, spread over the lawn and some standing in the street. I opened the garage door, sending most of them flying, and threw out cracked corn and bird seed. They'll be back. We have ground-level bird baths, and there have been times they'd stand in the water (I guess cooling their orange ankles) or lie down in it, overflowing the birdbath all around with duck. I wish they'd range further afield in my yard, to gobble slugs (they are out, saw the first slime trail yesterday). The quail eat insects, but they are more interested in eating any lettuce that germinates, unfortunately. And after we feed them all winter! Don't knock sparrows. I watched one systematically eat every seed off a dandelion seed head. Well, off to plantity plantity, plantity. Margaret L