Sunday, June 09, 2013

Mallards on the rocks

On the banks of Bear Creek

"Who is that walking on our bridge?"

She is relaxed, watching us; he is tense, on the alert. After a bit, he got up and prepared to defend his territory. No need; we walked down the trail and left them to their interrupted nap.

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1 comment:

Fertanish said...

About a week ago, I spooked a female who was apparently sleeping in a mass of weeds along some trees. Of course, who "spooked" who more as the flapping-wings came out of nowhere and went tearing past my head is a debatable question.