Duck

          “Duck !” shouted the little boy … I glanced up from behind my camera, sure enough two little ducks were sailing along towards me, obliviously cutting through the beautiful still reflections I was trying to capture from my vantage point on the little ornate bridge.  Like a couple of silent ships they glided across the surface, their powerful motors paddling hard cutting through the water and leaving expanding ripples in their wake …

          “Duck !” shouted Hubby … I didn’t and his hand swiped past the top of my head, knocking off my hat, thankfully it landed on the bridge and not in the water.

          At what age do little boys grow up ?

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