Me and the ducks

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Some people hate January,but not me.  It’s a month of new beginnings and best of all, every day has more light.

And then there are the ducks. Some people like booze, others sedatives. Me, I like ducks. Watching them float and glide down the river, their beauty reflected in the still water,  speaks to my heart. I’m serious. Ducks are awesome. They appear to have no cares, stick together and ignore the busy world around them, like little Buddhas on the water. I’ve tried to take pictures of them, but all I get is dark blobs on water. There’s something magical about them that pixels cannot capture.

So, I went to You Tube and Wikepedia for help.

Author: Jo-Ann Carson

About Jo-Ann Carson Where magic happens … Reports of Jo-Ann Carson’s death on a Gulf Island are greatly exaggerated or, at the very least, premature. The eclectic crew of ghosts that haunt her head spill onto the page in two series: The Gambling Ghosts and The Ghost & Abby Mysteries. A Viking with existential issues, a broken hearted Highlander, a Casanova man-witch and a Pirate with a secret are just a few of the males her strong heroines encounter in tales of fantasy, adventure and romance. A firm believer in the magic of our everyday lives, Jo-Ann loves watching sunrises, walking beaches near her home in the Pacific Northwest and reading by the fire. You can visit her on social media: Website * Blog * Twitter * Facebook

8 thoughts on “Me and the ducks”

  1. Hey, Jo-Ann. I like ducks, too. Great pics, by the way. We used to live above a small, in-town lake. Nice views without the extra cost of maintaining it. The small lake had lots of ducks, and they would meander their way across a busy street regardless of what cars were doing. (Now there are speed bumps, a stop sign, and a duck-crossing sign.)
    We had to pass by the lake to turn up to our house. We passed by often. To this day, my husband teases me with “Ducks! Ducks!” whenever I’m trying to point something out to him. Why “Stop!” didn’t fly out of my mouth I have no idea. But my response to seeing the white and multicolored fluffy creatures begin their treck across the trecherous road was to screech, “Ducks! Ducks!” Thanks for the nice memory.


    1. Hi Marsha
      They are fantastic aren’t they. You’ve got me thinking about what my favorite duck memory is. Loved yours. The way the wildlife stopped your life, but for a moment. Ducks.
      Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
      Best Wishes


  2. We have mergansers on the bay at our cottage every summer. The little ones are so light and fluffy, they can’t break the surface tension of the water to dive for food. So they rise up on their feet, run across the water and fling themselves forward. It works every time and is hilarious to watch!


    1. Joan
      Oooh, they sound so cute. We have mergansers wintering here. They are such characters with their fro and dignity.
      Thanks so much for stopping by and adding your duck story.
      Best Wishes


  3. My Mother loved ducks and had a favorite cup with ducks hand-painted on it. My childhood nickname was ‘little duck’ – in Czech, so I have a bond with them.


    1. Daniela
      You have to tell the ladies how to say, “Little duck” in Czech. How sweet is that. We have to go duck watching.


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