We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I decided to re-post our Wood Duck entry from last March, mainly to remind those with streams and marshes to begin to plan to build or buy, and put out, new duck houses before March. There are a few reasons to plan now: for one, it's a easy time to put out your nest boxes - you can get out on the ice, punch a hole in the ice, and hammer your post into the mud. Second, the males arrive early so it's nice to have everything in place when they arrive. If you clean out your old nest boxes in the winter, don't be surprised to find something roosting in there - screech owls or whatever.
The male Wood Duck is the most flamboyant and exotic looking bird in North America. They have just returned here, where I live - saw a few on Sunday afternoon. It's getting late to put out nest boxes, but not too late quite yet. Assuming you have water - streams or ponds or marshy lakes. Their growing population relies on human intervention, because dopey humans cut down the dead trees they like to nest in.