As I watched a lone Mallard pair dabbling from across the Celery Bog, I couldn’t help but wonder why, as common as they are and as friendly as they are, do I rarely get any perfect opportunities to photograph them? Take today for instance: just the slightest hint of wispy overcastness in the sky and no wind to speak of. This would be a great day to, wait a minute… are they? Really? They’re swimming this way. From the far side of the bog, these two just swam over here and made a close pass and now they’re paddling back to where they came from! Such friendly birds, and thoughtful too! Wait a minute, how did they know I was… hmmm.