Wood Duck

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Here's my humble entry into the fictitious, International Wood Duck Competition. After Margie took a picture of the duck the other day, and I without a camera, I returned to the exact spot along the Corte Madera Creek, the very next day. No duck! Only slightly daunted, I camped out for 47 hours, lying in wait until the duck finally and blessedly returned. During my ordeal, kind-hearted passers-by fed me crumpets, while a small, nearsighted dog mistook me for a tree. But it was all worth the trouble. Wood Ducks are not that common in these here parts. I now believe that they are the most beautiful of all ducks, even surpassing my former favorites, the Mergansers. (Don't tell Dick Cheney!)