The mallard gets half way across the trail and a biker approaches. He waddles back toward the narrow water filled marsh next to the trail. As JJ, Benny and I approach, he waddles slowly back across the trail. We stop but another biker shoots past and he retreats again toward the water. Deciding not to wait for this guy, the boys and I get going. The duck gets going when we do then reverses direction, retreating to the safety of the grass near the water. I glance back and that mallard is once again on the move at a slow waddle, across the trail, determined to reach the non water logged side.
Where ever he’s headed this duck is not in a hurry. I wonder what he is searching for as that side of the trail is just fallen trees, ferns, and no water.
There is a hardware store, fine wine store and cafe across the street. Mr. Mallard is going shopping. I can hear Mrs. Mallard saying, “What took you so long”? Mr. Mallard replies, “Ah……. well, there was this biker. Then there was another biker. And then this woman with two huge dogs.” To which Mrs. Mallard replies, “You couldn’t just fly around them.” Mr. Mallard says, “Ah, well…….I never thought of that.” Mrs. Mallard sighs. “Did you remember the wine?” Mr. Mallard looks dumbfounded. “Wine…..you wanted wine?”