Anyway, during one of our usual visits to the ducks, it all took a rather violent turn when we witnessed a bit of their "how's your father" action.
I didn't actually see it, but Mr 7 did and was so horrified that he went on the hunt for a big stick and proceeded to try and break up the coupling.
He thought they were all having a very nasty fight and he wanted to shoo away the ring leader. This led to me having to have a very public conversation about what those four ducks were doing to the poor other duck.
It went along the lines of, well when a Daddy duck loves a Mummy duck he holds her neck down and in violent fashion tries to squash her, she tries to get away, but Daddy duck and his mates give chase and eventually after a while beautiful gorgeous ducklings are born.
Mummy duck then has to look after all of her ducklings, many of which don't come back, quack quack quack, until all five of them come back in their early 20s.
My 7-year-old in his infinite wisdom concluded life was pretty hard for a Mummy Duck and I pondered that thought by reliving my own mother's life in 1986 and poured myself a Fluffy Duck. I have a feeling I'm going to need it before my next difficult chat.
– Megan Banks