
You know how I usually select only two or three photos out of the hundreds I take to put into a journal post? Yeah, I didn’t do that this time. I figured we could all do with some duckling photos, so here are a dozen or so.
All these little fluffballs are only a few days old at most, and all of the mother ducks we’ve encountered have been trailing ten or more behind them.

Exploring the overflow sluice.

Clambering out of the overflow sluice.


The Huddle.

Dabbling on the canal’s edge.

Arriving on consensus view about the future direction of travel can be a challenge.

Back to the huddle.

Thisaway.

Mummy duck demonstrates best dabbling technique.

Staying close.

Keeping up.

Wait for meeeee.

Back to the mothership, maintaining close formation.
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When I was spending a lot of time on the river, my favourites were always baby coots!
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Thanks for all the duckling photos. I really enjoyed this.
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Thank you.
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Thank you for sharing these.
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Thank you for this content.
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Time for a re-write:
There once was a perfectly gorgeous duckling
Whose feathers were fuzzy and brown,
And the humans said (at least, in their heads)
"Yeah, like, shove off with your nonsense about needing to become a swan to earn validation. He'll do just *fine*."
There, fixed it. =:o}