Just Ducky

Buffleheads and a female mallard out for a leisurely Easter Sunday swim.

Just Ducky

It looks like a lovely way to spend a hot day.  These nearly grown ducks swam along the dock at Twin Lakes not the least bit concerned about the human with the camera so close by.
They swam right by me. Some continued on under the floating dock and wandered through the reeds close to shore.
Mamma Duck kept a close eye on her charges, but for the most part she let them explore and eat to their heart's content.
I watched for several moments and wished, for a while at least, that I could have been a duck right along with them.

Twofer Tuesday -- Ducks In A Row?

A Common Goldeneye duck and her ducklings out for a late morning swim.

I'm still editing A Fly on the Wall. I had a particularly sticky problem in chapter eight that took a while to sort out. Or, to make the photo relevant, I had trouble getting all my ducks in a row.
I eventually sorted it out. The rest of the corrections in logic should be easier.
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Here's a freshly edited passage:
"Brelyan turned on his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. What was he missing?"
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Our current bedtime story is from The Complete Tales of Nikolai Gogol, Vol 1. (University of Chicago Press, 1985)
We decided to read Gogol after my husband found a reference to him in one of my cookbooks. Gogol's Evenings on a Farm Near Dikanka sounded like our kind of stories.
A quick internet search sealed it. In the second picture Gogol looks quite a bit like my husband. I ordered both volumes and offered them as my husband's birthday present.

Here are two sentences, and two extras from The Fair at Sorochintsy:
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" ' Why it looks like two men: one on top, the other under. Which of them is the devil I can't make out yet!'
'Why, who is on top?'
'A woman!'
'Oh, well, then that's the devil!' "
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