This morning on the way to the gym without Rockwell (I can’t quite see him in yoga class), I saw four mating pairs of Mallards and two juvenile males, all wading in a big pond of melt water near the transit station. When I went back later taking Rockwell with me, he saw four or five ducks and freaked out looking at them.  They took off and I was dragged almost into the pond by my enthusiastic ward. He also stood and watched the boys at the skateboard park. When he listens to me a little better, I’ll take him a little closer to the boys so he can get used to the sights and noise.