On our walk today, I noticed a pair of mallard ducks winging
their way in a semi-circle around the bay. I think we probably startled them
when we appeared above their hiding place. (Our walk always ends on top of a
wall, looking towards Clearwater Beach
and whatever happens to be lurking in the water that day.)
This is the first time I noticed the whistling noise their wings made when they’re directly overhead. It made me realize how often I ignore natural sounds in my mostly noisy, semi-city environment. “Why would you want to live here if you were a duck?” I asked Ed rhetorically. “If I were any kind of bird, I’m pretty sure I’d head for the wilderness.”
Or maybe this particular duck family has been coming here for generations, from before there even was a Clearwater. Makes you wonder…
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