Love a Duck

I am so glad duck shooting season ends this weekend. One selfish reason is that I dislike being woken abruptly by some horrendous shotgun blast, mere metres from my bed. Last Saturday morning at 6.30am on the dot, someone hidden in the scrubby bushes on the harbour’s edge, let rip. With all the rain we have had, the wee ducks have enjoyed playing in the flooded streams and ponds. I counted three dozen today. But now dusk is drawing in, they have all disappeared.

I believe birds are very intelligent.

Duck for cover, rule 1 – go swim on the pond by the house. Rule 2 – fly over the house and try and aim for the washing line or the people talking outside. Rule 3 – avoid the mad hunter with the pathetic duck caller, down the road. Rule 4 – oil your wings as the squeaky noise you make when flying, gives you away or stay hidden until dark.