I’ve got my eye on you.
No funny moves!
I watched this little wood duck squire his mallard lady love for some time. She seemed flattered by his attentions.
It was clear that she preferred his company even though mallard gentlemen were readily available.
Perhaps it was something in the water? Or her vision was faulty.
“Green head – check; gray sides – check; brown chest – check; handsome too. Yep he’ll do!”?