I could see through woods that the Celery Bog was rich with waterfowl as I crept slowly toward the water’s edge using all of my ninja skills. “Ker-SNAP!!! Snap, ap, ap, ap!” I’ll never understand how a twig so small can make so much noise, but it never fails that I’ll find that twig and I’ll step on it, despite my best efforts. That was all it took to set the bog off in a furious flurry of feathery panic. By the time I got to the water everyone had moved to the north side; everyone but this Mallard pair who recognized that the twig snapping could only be the harmless handiwork of Dan.

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