I’m a very bad person. Let’s just get that right out of the way: I’m terrible. Every time I go for a walk along North Creek, I forget to bring duck food. Most days, it doesn’t matter, but then there are days when all the duckies are hungry and quacking at me and I feel like a complete failure of a hominid. What good am I to them except as a duck feeder? I fail.
But they let me photograph them anyway. They’re dears, even if I know the males are terrible rapist assholes.
On a recent warm spring day, I went for a walk along the creek, and encountered a mutant mallard, who graciously posed even though I had no foodstuffs for him. [Read more…]