An Evening At The Pond

When the sun is low enough in the sky that it shines under this oak tree, the ducks waddle out of the pond and start grazing on the grass and grooming.  This particular evening I patiently watched them until they headed back to the pond.  I very cautiously crept through the fence, hunkered low and took my time.  Just as I reached  the upper edge of the pond our cat Stubby let her presence be known.One meow and they were gone.Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath.
Michael Caine

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