I think he is quite proud of himself. But he doesn't crow about it--much. A fine coloration, even though he'd never win any awards for being a purebred roo. God sure wields a fine paintbrush!
Here are Percy and Co., out for a morning promenade. The garden is behind that gate, btw, and we're letting them roam through there and eat all of the bugs and grass and weeds they want/can. And fertilize while they do it, lol.
A close up. It doesn't show how blue their eyes are. Very Nordic. Very British. They are very...superior. Make no bones about it, they *are* the bullies of the barnyard. The High School seniors, who keep all of those doggone lower-classmen under their thumbs. Our duck is like the junior flunky, who goes along to get along.