One morning in April, a wild duck appears in the terrace. A strange happening to be sure – there are ducks in the Amtsgarten and on the Jeetzel and Altejeetzel, but I have never seen one anywhere near the building and certainly not on the terrace.
Bertha in a carrier (making a racket) and the ducklings in a box, we all make our way to the Amtsgarten.