A mallard has (just like me) fallen in love with the pond in Slättåkra. It has made a nest on the narrow strip between the little bridge and the water. When I showed up on Sunday and walked around the pond, part of the ground suddenly came loose - and flew away. Who was most surprised, the mallard or me, I actually do not know. But it flew far, far away and did not come back until after a couple of hours ... When it is back, it melts into the surroundings and you have to look carefully before you can distinguish it.