The latest from Botany Pond

July 30, 2026 • 8:15 am

All is well on Botany Pond. The four ducklings abide, and are growing, healthy, and eating well. Miss Duck is still a great mother, though every few days, when the ducklings are sleeping on a rock, she’ll fly away for 45 minutes or so. Where does she go? Is she just exercising the need for airspeed? I often wait anxiously by the Pond for her return, and feed her as a reward for returning.

In a first of all mother hens I’ve tended, Miss Duck is afraid or wary of turtles, quacking softly when one approaches and feinting towards them with her bill. They do not notice her, and she apparently hasn’t learned that they’re harmless.

Here are a few snaps.

First, a predator nearby! I sent the out-of-focus photo of this raptor to two friends, both of whom identified it as a young Cooper’s Hawk (Astur cooperii). It was only about twenty feet from the brood lounging on the rock. Miss Duck quacked at it, but she made no attempt to flee.  One friend, an ornithologist, said this:

That hawk is a curious case because I think it has a mix of two year old (gray) and yearling (brown) feathers plus I am guessing it it partially leucistic (all the white bits). Based on shape I suspect Cooper’s hawks and they are serious bird killers so a duckling is a distinct possibility for its dinner. For a Cooer’s hawk the eye is also very pale and I wonder if that is also part of being leucistic?

Of course I chased it away; it’s out of focus because I was nervous when I photographed it.  I haven’t seen it in the past three days, but I think there’s a nest of these guys (or perhaps of red-tailed hawks) supposedly in the Quad nearby. The “serious bird killers” part disturbs me. Fingers crossed. Yes, hawks gotta eat, but not my ducklings! In all the years I’ve tended ducks, we haven’t lost any to predators, though one disappeared from a brood a few years ago.

The hawk looks intent, but of course raptors always look intent.

A few more photos of the brood resting. Look at the leg sticking out from the duckling on the right!

They are starting to look more like adult ducks, though there’s a long way to go (they won’t be flying until mid-September at the earliest).  Another leg is sticking out in the photo below.  They also have pointy tails and their heads are getting smaller relative to their bodies.  Note that they’re well fed!

The stripe through the eye on both adults and ducklings intrigues me, and I can understand it only as a way to camouflage the eye—an indicator of the head that predators may use.  I asked Grok, which emitted this answer:

  • The eye is often a conspicuous, shiny target. A strong horizontal dark stripe through it blurs or conceals its exact location from a distance, making it harder for aerial or ground predators to lock onto the head.
  • Combined with the mottled brown body plumage, the stripe acts as disruptive coloration: it interrupts the smooth outline of the head so the bird blends better into reeds, grasses, mud, or water edges.
  • This is especially critical for nesting females (who sit exposed for weeks) and for ducklings, which are highly vulnerable right after hatching. Sources specifically note that the ducklings’ eye stripes provide excellent camouflage in the wild.

Mom et brood resting on the edge of the pond in a shady area (it was hot two days ago).  Note that Miss Duck also has the eye stripe:

Finally, the pond is now full of dragonflies, and although Miss Duck tries to catch them, they are too fast for her. I’ve seen a duck catch a dragonfly only once. I don’t know the species of this one, but perhaps Mark Sturtevant will oblige:

Duck update

July 27, 2026 • 9:30 am

All the ducks are doing well: the four offspring of Miss Duck are getting larger and have developed visible necks and tails. Yesterday was their “weekiversary,” as they came to the pond on Sunday, July 19.

Miss Duck is taking good care of them. It was wicked hot yesterday, but they survived by immersing themselves in cool water as well as sleeping most of the day. Here are a few snapshots from Sunday, including one video and two turtle snaps.

The lovely Miss Duck.  While I love all hens, she is an exceptionally pretty and graceful one, possessing a long, slender neck:

Head-on shot:

A thriving duckling:

A video of the brood swimming, dunking, and diving after lunch:

And we musn’t forget our four turtles. Miss Duck is afraid of them, pecks at them underwater when she can, and quacks and moves away when they’re swimming nearby.  But when the ducks are on the rocks, the turtles avoid basking there.  I guess they harbor a mild dislike of each other, but there is no real animosity.

Here are three doing “turtle yoga,” stretching out their necks and limbs to catch the sun:

And one of the red-eared sliders. I believe it’s a male based on the long front claws.

The Gang of Four (and mom) are doing great!

July 23, 2026 • 8:45 am

I am pleased to report that the Gang of Four (now five days old) have made it with flying colors through another day at Botany Pond. Today they are five days old. They are vigorous, healthy, and have a hearty appetite, as does Miss Duck, their watchful mother.  She’s proving to be an excellent mom, and I like to think that they’re all content, if not happy. I have high hopes that they’ll all make it to fledging (mid-September at the earliest).

Here’s a video of the ducklings eating. The big pellets are for Miss Duck, the little ones for the babies. Everyone gets crushed-up mealworms.

More lunching with the family. People love to come by at feeding time. It’s at 1:30 pm today (the last of three feedings), and if you’re one of the women from the Regenstein Library or the Dean of Students’ office, be prompt!

After lunch yesterday, the ducklings, who are quite vigorous, jumped up on a big rock abutting the north end of the Pond. I didn’t think they could make it, but they all did. Miss Duck overlooked them from the pond ledge. Below is a passel of photos as well as two more videos:

Mom stretches a wing and raises a leg:

Babies perching and jockeying for position on the rock.

More:

Babies napping:

Now everybody takes a nap. It lasted nearly an hour before the ducklings decided they’d had enough and jumped into the pond. Miss Duck, of course, had to follow.

When Miss Duck preens, the babies do, too. I was doubtful whether babies imitate the mother, but now I have no doubt that they do.

The gang’s still here!

July 22, 2026 • 10:30 am

My degree of anxiety about the new ducklings decreases asymptotically as they age. The first week I get nervous, for they are at their most vulnerable, but as they age over the next several weeks I relax (a bit!) and am never fully complacent until they can fly, which is about two months after they hatch.  They appeared on Sunday morning, which means they hatched on Saturday, so today the four ducklings are four days old.  My first task of the day is to count them.

And they’re doing well: they are plump, lively, and eating well. Their mother, aka Miss Duck, is still being the perfect mom, watching over them and warming them when they’re wet. (It’s a bit chilly today: about 68°F).  Here are the quadruplets getting warmed.

The gang’s all here!

July 21, 2026 • 9:50 am

Since there’s no significant news today, allow me to bore you with my latest duck pictures, as I’m chuffed that all the babies are in their fourth day, having survived two nights without attrition. They look healthy, are eating heartily, and are lively, swimming around between bouts of napping with Miss Duck, their mom. All these photos are from this morning.

Feeding time (four—count them, four:

Their adorableness abides:

A postprandial stretch:

And an early morning nap, with Miss Duck being nearby. (I’ve already fed them twice):

And naptime turns into a huddle underneath mom. One underneath:

Two underneath (look at those fat little tummies!):

All underneath and getting warm. Miss Duck is proving to be a great mom.

I haz ducklings again!

July 20, 2026 • 8:45 am

Well, we have another brood of four ducklings in Botany Pond, and this time I’m hopeful they’ll grow up and fledge. Yes, it’s a late brood, but in two months they’ll be ready to fly, and the weather is good in mid-September.

The story: four days ago an undergraduate alerted me to the presence of a nesting hen up against the student union building next to my own building. The hen had cleverly positioned her nest in a cranny in the building where it couldn’t be seen. A few shots.

I’ve circled the nest; you can see how hidden and inconspicuous it is. She must have been there for nearly month, unnoticed by anyone, when I came upon her, for her eggs hatched about a day after this and the incubation period is 28-29 days.

Here she is sitting on her eggs. It looks like a big pile o’ eggs, but in reality there were only five. It had been hot, and I hadn’t seen her in the pond, so not only was I unaware of her presence, but she must have gone without food or water in the blistering heat. I put a dish of cool water near her, and she didn’t seem very skittish.

She is a lovely hen; there’s something appealing about her face.  As I’ve run out of duck names, I call her ‘Miss Duck”. She may be identical to Margot, as I haven’t yet checked bill photos, but I think she’s new. Also, unlike most hens, she nested on the ground rather than on a windowsill (wild mallards are ground-nesters).

Yesterday (Sunday), I looked at the pondcam and saw a blob at the south end of Botany Pond, apparently followed by several smaller blobs. I went downstairs, and, sure enough, there was a duck with four ducklings. I went immediately to the nearby nest to see if there were any orphans hanging about, but no: there were broken eggshells and one unhatched eggs, which I kept warm for a day and a half though it didn’t hatch. This was Miss Duck in the pond, and she had laid five eggs.

The nest after hatching:

The one egg I saved, which was apparently infertile (I didn’t open it). It’s really light green, the normal color of mallard eggs, but the light in the lab makes it look pale orange.

And now the happy family. The babies are adorable, and Miss Duck is much tamer than the others we’ve had.  The splash of water is made by a fish, which somewhat startled Miss Duck.

I don’t know how she got to the pond; when I looked yesterday, it was about 6 a.m. Since the ducklings could not climb the stairs up through the breezeway, they must have been led around Erman, the building perpendicular to the one above, and then north again through the fence to the water. Miss Duck is smart.

Four is a small brood but she may be a young hen. Here are the babies, who, if they live, I’ll name after World Cup players. Aren’t they adorable? I think this is one of the best duckling photos I’ve ever taken:

More ducklings:

Since the dreaded Aggressive Drakes are gone, I have great hopes for this brood. The only problem is the algae: I don’t want the ducklings entangled in it and am asking Facilities to somehow remove surface algae without disturbing the ducklings.

They started eating yesterday.  Miss Duck had Big Duck pellets, while the babies nibbled at Little Duck Pellets and crushed mealworms.  This morning they were all still there, and were in the channel, where I fed them. Miss Duck has an endearing habit of quacking quietly when I greet her before feeding, and she’s learning my whistle.

Here they are yesterday on the rocks, sunning, drying off, and sometimes lying under mom’s belly:

I don’t think I could take another lost brood, so please cross your fingers that these little ones will grow up and fledge, and will not encounter ensnaring algae.

I have named the ducklings though I can’t distinguish them. With Matthew’s help, and because the ducklings hatched during the semifinals, I will name them

Messi (the GOAT),
Rodri (best player),
Kylian (golden boot), and
Erling (Norwegian star)

Duckling disaster (five saved)

July 16, 2026 • 8:15 am

As you read yesterday, I was all happy and hopeful that the new brood from hen mother Margot would thrive and grow in Botany Pond.  Well, once again it was not to be.  Sometime in the morning, only a few hours after they entered the pond, they all disappeared. I had no idea what had happened, but kept watching the pond.

A few hours later, an undergraduate named Gabby, who loves the pond, emailed me that four ducklings were huddled together on a rock in the channel, and one was floundering in the thick algae in the channel.  I ran down to the pond with my net and a “duck box”: a small box lined with old but clean teeshirts which I keep ready to harbor rescued ducklings.

Sure enough, I found five ducklings. Four were standing on the rocks in the channel, completely sodden. Another was nearby, trying to swim through a thick mat of algae and failing.  Two others we later found dead on the rocks in the main pond.

What happened? I think the ducklings simply got mired in the thick algae floating on the pond surface, or dove and surfaced within it, coating themselves with algae and becoming wet (ducklings have no inherent oil in their feathers as they get it from being underneath mom).  All the live ones were completely soaked, and I feared for their lives.

The next six photos are by Gabby, the undergrad who discovered the mishap and emailed me. The first is the duckling mired in algae, which I picked up and dunked underwater to free it from the stuff:

Four completely soaked ducklings:

It was pitiful:

They were so wet that their skin was visible:

These were only one-day-old babies, and I had to get them dry immediately. I put them in a “duck box” and took them to my office, where I had to dry them off. The box was put by a space heater underneath my desk, which keeps them warm and helps them dry off.  This is before drying:

It took me an hour and a half to dry them off. I alternated among the ducklings so I didn’t handle each one for a long time. I used the lab equivalent of Kleenex—Kimwipes—to gently stroke them and blot them. Those who looked poorly I put in the rolled-up tee-shirt, making a pouch to keep them close to my body.

I then left them for an hour, giving them a little shallow dish of water into which I crumbled baby duck food. When I looked again, they were all pretty dry, fluffy, and also vigorous. None of them looked close to death. At 2 p.m., right before the World Cup Game, I drove them to Dorothy, the local representative of the Chicago Bird Collision Monitors, who would keep them until they go to the Willowbrook Wildlife Sanctuary, where they’ll be tended well. I was satisfied that none of them had been fatally soaked.

I saved five but two died before I could get to the Pond. That makes seven, and Margot had nine or ten. I don’t know what happened to the others; I did a sweep of the pond several times and they’d all disappeared.

I blame the algae for this one. Without it, I think the brood would have grown up fine and fledged in September. Nearly the entire bottom of the pond is covered with a thick mat of algae, and much of the surface is, too, which I’ve circled in this photo:

The reason there’s algae is that the sun beats heavily on the pond, facilitating the plant’s growth. If there were trees to shade it (several were removed) or water lilies to float on top (they planted a few in pots, but they are not going to spread as the bottom is gravel), we wouldn’t have this problem.  Every two weeks, at great expense, the University has to pay for two guys to go into the pond and haul up great armfuls of algae, but it’s a losing battle. They can never remove more than a fraction of the growth.

One of the algae-removal guys told me that this was predictable and the University should have known this beforehand; and I think that’s true. Whoever decided to put a gravel bottom on the pond, and then plant a few measly containers of grass and water lilies thinking they’d spread, was completely out of their depth.

I don’t know if they can get rid of the algae and prevent its future growth, but this design error cost the lives of four or five ducklings yesterday, not to mention the separation of Margot from her brood and the great joy that a brood of ducklings brings to the University community. I am angry and very sad at the same time. The three previous broods were either saved and rehabbed (one brood) or walked out of the pond when Mom was harassed by drakes (two broods). That could not be helped, but the algae could have been.  I am powerless to do anything about it, but yesterday marked the end of an annus horribilis for ducks. I’m not looking forward to next year.

The ducklings yesterday before disaster struck: