As I entered the Boston Public Garden from Boylston Street, I saw these
two male mallards locked in what looked to be mortal combat.
The best part was this little sparrow, taking advantage of
their fight to gather up all the loose bits of down for its nest.
He got a good two beakfulls, at least.
I saw no blood, but lots of feathers.
They were really going at it, these two.
A man walking through the park said that he'd seen two ducks fighting like this in water, and one almost drowned. The tactics made a lot more sense after he said that.
Because, quite honestly, the pair of them reminded me of
nothing so much as two hockey players duking it out on ice.
Finally, one of the ducks ran away. The female, who'd been off a ways with a third male, didn't seem to have been duly impressed with either of the two combattants. While there was no clear winner, the loser was obvious...the third male ended up wandering off on his own.
(Next: Pilfering from Pigeons in the Park)