It was late afternoon of an early fall day. I was walking through a local wildlife refuge called Heron Haven, located smack dab in the middle of Omaha suburbs. I was minding my own business, just enjoying the quiet and looking for photo opportunities. City noise was muffled in the background, still present but not in-your-face loud.
This little duck saw me before I heard it. The panic in his little quack startled me as he began making tracks to the middle of the lake. It was paddling for all it was worth, leaving a nice wake in the duck weed. Sorry, little fella, didn’t mean to ruin your day.
It was the only wildlife I saw that day.
Thought for the Day: Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature. Cicero (106 BC – 43 BC)