Have you ever been mobbed by a boisterous, double dozen of daffy ducks, and a gaggle of geese to boot? It happened to me one morning at Blue Heron Lake. Read a true, and lighthearted elegy to a family of hybrid Mallard and American White Ducks that frequent the lake and park grass around the clubhouse. The story is illustrated by still and video photography showing a duckling breaking out of its shell, an egg tooth, foraging the mudflats, and the unusual feather colors created by hybridization.