In the midst of the upward hubub, I notice one lone holdout. Calmly swimming, immune to the seemingly irresistible flock behavior…
A duck! How must this little mallard feel to see this all around her? Like me—an interested onlooker— or completely detached, or maybe just a little like the geese? She’ll be gone in a few hours, maybe on her own migratory path, joined perhaps by a mate—bird societies are so fascinating.
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Arthur P. Johnson is an award-winning creative professional with 30+ years of experience in advertising, product development, screen writing, and television and web production. He has loved photography all his adult life and now he's doing it all the time. It's exciting, exhausting and scary, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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