These photographs were taken at Poway Lake over four visits. Because the editor is not charmed by Jeffrey's ducks, on at least two occasions, I was alone with the birds. The editor either shows confidence in my behavior or worse, she doesn't care any longer. Over the years, since we became more interested in bird life, we realize how much we can learn from these winged creatures. One of the lessons, we remember writing about some years ago, when we stood at dawn along a marsh in Himeville, South Africa was the level of enthusiasm they exuded as they chirped vigorously, welcoming a new day. On mornings when a person feels a bit down, recall the simple approach to life embraced by these busy little bodies (who don't even have cellphones) and chirp our blessings.
"Some days, when it's all too much for me, I tend to put my head in the sand."
'I understand but don't you mean water.'
"No dummy. Sand! My head's stuck in the mud."
Tip-toe through the muddy waters.
We call this a two-faced goose.
"Okay class, altogether now. Starting with wings back..."
Now let's have them to the front and...S-T-R-E-T-C-H.
And back to the sides. Could we have a little more effort, Girls and Boys. Okay...once more with enthusiasm.
Shaking a leg to rid itself of debris.
In our culture, we call this 'island hopping'.
If horse racing is possible, why not a racecourse for ducks.
Another shot. The graceful nature of the bird is wonderful to observe.
'What did the Osprey say to the trout below?'
'I'm gonna love eating you this much.'
"Let me just put on my coat. Okay. Here I come."
Dive!
Wasn't kidding about the fish. (Carrying a spare fuel tank).
One for the road or perhaps...air.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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