Back in May, a pair of Mallard ducks had landed in the creek at sunset. They and the sailboat masts silhouetted nicely against the water’s golden glow.
Pair Mallard Ducks
A third Mallard decided to try and join the golden swim.
“Mind if I join you?”
They let him join them for a spell.
Mallard Ducks
The pair decided it was time to move on. Not sure what was said, but the third Mallard did not follow.
Mallard Ducks
His hanging back provided more silhouette reflections in the liquid gold for lucky me.
Mallard Duck
Mallard Duck
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
~ Pamela Hansford Johnson
