Duck duck duck duck duck...
I was walking to the Metro Thursday - left work an hour early to go to Prince George's Plaza for an errand - and spotted these guys in the creek between the parking lot and the station. If the geese have their hands full (metaphorically speaking) with five, pity Mrs Mallard: she's got sixteen!
Balls of mottled fluff nibbling at algae
Mom and some babies
Strangely, the drake was there, too. Generally - I'd have said "always" - the drakes have nothing to do with raising the ducklings, going off and hanging out with other drakes instead.