By Susan Howard
As I walk/run around a picturesque Los Angeles reservoir, there is a flock of ducks having an argument. Maybe it’s not a full quarrel, but a deep discussion in quack language. It’s a tough one to call. I stand still for a moment to try and figure out if it’s an angry quack or simply a town hall meeting. The conversation continues heads bobbing up and down as the early morning starts to wake. I watch and laugh.
One duck is defiantly in charge, barking at the other ducks to get it together. They waddle around in zig zag circles and then as a group magically decide to fly off together in a “V” formation. If I had pushed the snooze on my alarm this morning, I would have missed the fowl convention and the beautiful soaring as they sailed away.
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