Posted by: pilgrm34 | October 25, 2011

mallards flying to roost

I am riding along the Columbia Slough toward St. Johns. It’s dusk. Mallards in pairs, triples and singles emit high pitched cries as their vigorous flapping carries them rapidly over my head in an unending parade straight north. They burst over the treetops opposite me out of nowhere and know exactly where they are heading: to roost. I am witnessing their nightly ritual.

Barely visible in photo: Mallards flying to roost


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