This was the scene I encountered during a recent walk around Roath Park Lake. It immediately struck me as odd as you almost never see mallards in trees, so what on earth were they doing? There’s a story here. I was on my way to catch a train so couldn’t linger long, so I don’t know what the story is, but there’s definitely a story. Feel free to post your suggestions in the comments below. Sensible or silly, I’d welcome your ideas.