No eggs today, but there was some frisky business going on in the yard today.  The Indian Runner drake, Pete, decided to get wiggy with one of the young mallard hens.  I can't tell them apart anymore, so not naming names.  And actually, I wouldn't want any loose woman rumors starting about one of the sweet mallards anyway.  

While Pete was trying his best, along came Elmer for a ménage à trois.  This is when the geese became interested and started pinching Elmer.  I couldn't stand it any longer with that poor hen trapped, so they all got the garden hose.  The geese had a good laugh over it and all was soon forgotten.

The rest of the day was unremarkable, of course.