Three Ducks Wade Into a Bar
(A Sandbar... What Were You Thinking?)
The Following is a Short Story About:
A Few Yellow Lesser Legs, a Few Pintails, and a Canvasback…
On a crisp autumn afternoon, a few Northern Pintails rested gracefully on the still waters of Devine Lake. The golden sunlight shimmered as one particularly dapper drake meticulously preened his feathers, admiring the sleek reflection of his elegant profile. “A scene as serene as my existence,” he murmured to himself, thoroughly pleased. Just as he was about to adjust his regal tail feathers, an enormous splash shattered the peace.
Devine Lake is Just Divine!
On a crisp autumn afternoon, a few Northern Pintails rested gracefully on the still waters of Devine Lake. The golden sunlight shimmered as one particularly dapper drake meticulously preened his feathers, admiring the sleek reflection of his elegant profile. “A scene as serene as my existence,” he murmured to himself, thoroughly pleased. Just as he was about to adjust his regal tail feathers, an enormous splash shattered the peace.
Enter the Canvasback!
The Canvasback, arriving with all the grace of a rogue torpedo, plowed into the lake with gusto. “Hey, Pin Head!” he quacked boisterously. “Nice reflection!” as the water splashed madly. “Oh well, that’s too bad… Now it’s gone!” The Pintail, not exactly thrilled to be called Pin Head (a nickname he heard more often than he cared to admit), squawked in dismay as the large ripples obliterated his perfect view. Canvasback, grinning like only a feathered troublemaker could, spun in a circle, sending another set of waves cascading across the surface.
Enter the Yellowlegs!
Overhead, a flock of Lesser Yellowlegs announced their arrival with high-pitched calls before swooping down to land on a nearby sandbar. The group chattered excitedly as they began pecking at the mud, hunting for insects. One particularly exasperated Yellowleg, frustrated by the growing turbulence, snapped her head toward the rowdy Canvasback. “Do you mind?” she chirped sharply, shaking mud off her slender legs. “Some of us are trying to enjoy lunch without a tsunami!”
A Little Duck Drama...
Just then, the Pintail, flicking water off his feathers with an air of practiced irritation, chimed in. “Hey Canvasback, why don’t you canvas back to wherever you came from and leave us in peace?”
The Canvasback snickered, entirely unfazed. “Relax, you two! What’s a lake without a little fun? Watch this!” With dramatic flair, he dove beneath the surface, emerging seconds later to send waves crashing toward the sandbar. All the Yellowlegs squawked in unison, flapping skyward as their insect buffet was washed away.
Good Luck in the Muck
As evening approached, Devine Lake transformed. Orange and gold light bathed the waters, which slowly calmed. The Yellowlegs returned to their sandbar, resuming their mud-based hunt. The Pintail smoothed his ruffled feathers, returning to his reflective pose. The Canvasback floated lazily, his deep red eyes glowing in the warm light—looking for all the world like a mischief-maker who'd orchestrated the entire day's entertainment purely for his own amusement.
All's Well That Ends Well...
For all their squabbling, they shared one undeniable truth: Devine Lake was home. A lake of serenity and chaos, of quiet moments and boisterous interruptions. As the Pintail sighed, the Canvasback laughed, and the Yellowlegs settled into the mud, they all agreed—it wasn't just Devine Lake, it was a DIVINE lake!
Okay, so it really didn't happen this way… But it could have!
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The Stars of the Story...
A few more pictures from Devine Lake on the day that the mischievious red-eyed duck caused havoc, but everything ended peacefully!
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