There is a man in Ponte a Serraglio who feeds and takes care of the ducks on the river. I imaginatively call him Duckman.
We have a little flock of wild ducks that have made their home in the river beneath my apartment. There is also a white duck and a goose who think they belong to the group. They hang around with the wild ducks and they all seem to get on.
I was beside the river this morning in time to see the ducks swimming swiftly across the river to Duckman’s call.
Take a look at our beautiful November day at Ponte a Serraglio.
I am particularly fond of Duckman. My lovely father used to feed wild ducks beside the small lake in his back yard. He said it made up for his duck shooting days when he was young.
Here is another look at our river, this time with Granaiola reflected in it.
Duckman’s name is Signore Alighiero Talenti.