I wonder if the ducks know that the pond is frozen before they land on it. There’s really nothing funnier than a mallard skidding across the ice, leaving smudgy web-prints in his wake.
All I can think of is how much it must scrape their little duck feet, and how cold it must be. Of course, they don’t seem too bothered… Most waddle over to the edge, where liquid water no doubt carries some sort of seasonal lunch.
And really, if this were a “normal” mid January, these duckies would be battling wind and snow, or working their way south to warmer weather. Maybe they’re just as baffled as the rest of us by the sunny, 50 degree days, and figure they might as well enjoy it while it lasts.