by M. Kathy Raines             We’re surrounded. These perky, red-billed, red-footed black-bellied whistling ducks— like cats—think they belong everywhere, it seems. They perch with their buddies on rooftops, fences and telephone poles, and, in the summer, they shepherd their fuzzy black-and-white striped children down irrigation canals. They even paddle in our swimming pools. Then, near…