This fellow? He was my only hope. It's possible that I deluded myself in to believing that the narrower white band around his neck meant perhaps he wasn't really a male and that life as a drake would remain foreign to him for all of his days. Then his head started to turn green and not because he's been spending too much time in the pond. You can trust me on that one. The fellow on the left however still has no signs of green on his head and I've now placed all my hopes and dreams squarely on his beak.
Otherwise, this little girl and I have a difficult decision to make about who can stay and who has to go.
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