Oh all right then, April.
I mis-spelled it as 'dicks' which could have been even worse.
A tribe of ducks has moved into a car park at the end of the street- three males and one female- tempted by a large pile of breadcrumbs. Their emerald heads were gleaming in the sunshine and they looked absolutely beautiful.
The senior one was waddling about in the road and won't be chased back to safety. When I looked back he was nestled under the wheel of a car in the shade, being a look-out.
There are often wagtails in the street too, which is quite extraordinary because as far as I know the nearest body of water is about a quarter of a mile away.
It's an exciting location, where I live.