There you have it.
All my ducks in a row.
A truly long, arduous task.
First of all, the ducks were skittish or very aloof, gliding away on the pond with nary a look back in my direction.
Despite numerous attempts at verbal communication, they never learned my jibber jabber and my quacks were mostly unintelligible.
Then the eureka moment when I began to entice them with the finest snails and slugs available in the wildlife preserve.
Even with these choice bribes , a line would almost form when suddenly the Daffy genes took over and bedlam ensued – a cacophony of flapping and quacking.
Perseverance paid off with a perfect drake, hen, drake, hen alignment as they paddled off to the far side of the pond allowing me to complete the job and get this photo.