So many ducks

Ducks, ducks, ducks,
Everywhere ducks.
Fouling dams of ducks.
Married couples amble through the long grass,
Their 'lings' in close procession.
Drakes feigning injury lead my car down the drive.
I hear the chorus of their wings,
As they lift in unison.
Squelch in their excrement,
Stepping barefoot out of the back door.