Five-year-old Sloane came for a sleepover with Grandma and Grumpa this weekend.  Imagine the delight when we Sloane and I came upon this mother and her little ones:

Mother Mallard was not as delighted to see us and ushered her ducklings into nearby brush:

but new life, once revealed, is seldom content with being hidden, and like little wind up toys, the babies followed their mother around the corner and out of sight.

Sloane says the baby ducks were her favourite part of the weekend.

(Fandango’s Daily prompt is hidden.)