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This afternoon I was standing in my kitchen staring out the glass doors like I do almost every day. Checking to see if there was anything new down at the creek. Yesterday, I had spotted two muskrats swimming around and courting in the water, fighting the currents with their fine tails and hind feet. It was so neat watching them swim up, staying along the shoreline, never swimming up the middle and once in a while stepping up onto a mud flat and then returning back into the water.

Their little shiny brown eyes did not miss a thing, I tried sneaking up to them a few days ago and they dove instantly and did not resurface like a loon meters away; they were gone for a while and it really took a while to spot them again. It was the little V-shaped waves on the surface of the water that gave them away as they are usually just below the surface, like beavers.

All of a sudden a mallard drake and hen flew in circling around the tree tops and then breaking their wings heading West. I don’t think I can ever get tired of watching them coming in for a landing, everyone is unique, they are more than fine pilots they are artists in their executions.

When they finally hit the water, I heard the splash and then almost in an instant I lost sight of the hen. The drake was swimming right toward where I was standing behind the glass door, coming down the creek hidden behind some small trees and bushes. I carefully slid the door open and starting stalking the drake, and using the trees as cover trying to get a closer look at the couple down by the water’s edge.

My heart was racing, I was so excited to be able to get so close. I believe that every time I sneak up and observe them, I learn something new that can help me during my waterfowl seasons. I was so mesmerized by the drake that I was startled when out of nowhere the hen started a crazed wing dance on the surface of the water, coming right at me. She was jumping in and out of the water, repeating the up and down motion, it was so violent, she was moving right toward to the bend in the creek. Beating her wings and using her feet to lift. Water was splashing everywhere, it reminded me of a Canada Goose cleaning ritual.

What ever she was doing it was working, she caught me totally off guard and I found myself chasing her along the shore. For a moment I was confused, I had just seen her fly in, and now she was acting like she had just been shot and was wounded unable to fly. She crashed landed into a mud flat then struggled into the grass.

Damn, I was so convinced, I was running after her, I swore I could have caught her in my hands. Then without warning she took off again, keeping a very low profile to the ground and crossing the dirt road diagonally then landing in the creek on the other side. For a second I lost sight of her again, so I too crossed my front lawn and headed to the creek, then boom. She shot up and went straight toward the sun and then twisted to the east in athletic form and headed right back to where she had started her crazed dance and landed.

From across the road, I watched her land and moments later she headed into the muddy grass flats and seconds later she came back out toward the water with six ducks behind her. I stood there, threw my hands into the air and burst into laughter. She had just played me and I fell for her. She drew me away from her little one’s with the wounded dance and it worked like a charm.

She had just distracted me, then made me chase her putting some distance between us and her ducklings. In the end she was off and back into the water headed toward the old beaver dam all in the safety of the depths before I could ever reach them again.

Nature is brilliant!

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