Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath. – Michael Caine
If you keep your feathers well oiled the water of criticism will run off as from a duck’s back.- Ellen Swallow Richards
Wild ducks and tomorrow both come without calling. [Russian]
The Duck Whisperer
I recently enjoyed a visit with my brother in Kelowna, British Columbia. Attached to the city park there is a “nature trail” that runs along the edges of Okanogan Lake. The many ducks who live there are a pleasure to see
There is a lovely young woman who has made friends with the ducks and they will come when she calls to feed out of her hand.
The experience of her interaction with them was a highlight for me.
Until next time
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