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The Scout Duck

Posted: January 30, 2016 in Animals, Inspiration, Nature, Sparky
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So I paid a visit to my parent’s house the other day and decided to sit out on their deck for a1 bit. It was a beautiful day and I was just relaxing and taking in the beautiful scenery. The deck overlooks a small lake, there are hills in the background, it’s just a nice place to sit and chill.

Sparky was being his usual curious self, sniffing around for stuff and hoping to catch a glimpse of a squirrel or, better yet, something with feathers.

I had my feet up, just taking in the sun, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was a lone duck, coming over the hill to the south. As I watched, he circled the lake a couple times and then did one of those cool duck water landings in the middle of the lake.

I noticed he had a feather that was sort of sticking up on the back of his head, like it was ruffled or something. I must say he was a rather unique looking duck.

As I watched the duck did a perimeter paddle, encircling the entire lake twice, apparently looking for a place to chillax on the bank. Finally he waddled up on a wide expanse of grass on the lakeside opposite me, maybe because it was a nice flat space or quite possibly because he wanted to put the lake between himself and a certain 4-legged canine now watching attentively from his perch on my lap.

Spark, in the meantime, was calculating his chances of diving in, executing a surprise attack, and having a North American Mallard for lunch.

After a few minutes of sun bathing, the duck hopped back into the lake, did one more cruise around the shore, and took off in the direction from whence he came, south over the hill.

I know nothing about ducks, so I figured he lived nearby and had just stopped in for a quick visit. Like I said, I’m clueless where ducks are concerned. Spark was just pissed he never got a clean shot at the perceived winged-demon.

And then it happened.

From over the hill where the duck had disappeared I saw shapes, flying in that familiar V-shape. It was an entire flock of ducks, 18 of them. They then proceeded to execute the same circling and landing on the lake that I’d witnessed a few minutes before. After paddling around the lake for awhile, they all waddled up onto the same spot where the original, lone duck had rested.

And who do you think led the flock over the hill, onto the lake and up onto the bank?

Yep, the original scout duck who’d checked out the lake, presumably in advance and for the rest of his posse. He’d come, he’d scouted it out, he’d gone back to get them, and he’d brought them back.

Who knew there were Scout Ducks? Not I. Possibly this revelation is common knowledge to southern Ohioans, but I was amazed.

Bottom line? Nature is cool. And so are ducks.

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