Yesterday we took a family field trip to the mouth of the Provo River. We were hoping to spot some of the almost famous river otters that have been recently re-introduced there, but instead we were greeted by a gaggle of squawking ducks. They were very nearly vicious I tell you. We were no more than 3 steps on the trail (...it was possibly less....) when we were swarmed by their herd. They acted all nice at first, but Sayer didn't trust their ploy. He fixed every last one of them with a very serious, disapproving stare.
Soon after they found we had no morsels to toss them, they waddled away, leaving the trail a little -ahem- worse for their presence, but otherwise clear for us to finally enjoy the peace of the river.
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| {look at their funny tufts!} |
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