In the light of today's news: fire, floods, war, assassinations, wilful blindness: I almost feel guilty for living where the skies are blue and gentle, where the ducks chatter among the wet grasses and bathe in the blue.
Wish I could pass on some of this peace.
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| Viewing platform and blind, Campbell River estuary, high tide, three wigeons. |
As I passed the couple with their toddler a few minutes later, the kid was calling out, "Duck! Duck! Duck!"
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| Mallards. These long grasses are never dry except in mid-summer. |
I'm not sure what's underneath the grass; rocks, or more probably, small tree stumps. The little strip of land is not accessible except with hip waders, even at low tide. And except in mid-summer, the mallards sleep and rest here.
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| Mallards and wigeon. |
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| Walking on water. |
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| Itchy, itchy! |
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Skywatch post.
What a beautiful and peaceful place. Walk on water, talk about the decisive moment. For me it first looked like it was on ice and was stretching its wings.
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