November 20, 2011

field notes, xi-xx-xi

Three south-bound mallards passed over the tiny pond late in the day. The two lead ducks dove but were going too fast, so they pulled up to circle around and try again. The third duck, though, lifted his wings above his head and tucked his tail beneath him, plummeting down to the pond with a mighty butt-first splash. Then he quacked, "Haw, haw haw haw haw."