Ah, Wood Ducks, those lovely and skittish denizens of lake and pond. For years I’ve been trying to achieve a great photo of them, easing my kayak through the marsh, around corners into bays and up creeks. And still they elude me.
I was lucky enough to capture this mama Wood Duck a couple of weeks back, out on Fords Pond with her brood. As always, they were wary, and both times that I began my slow approach, they turned straight for the safety of the reeds, disappearing within as if they’d never been, save for the paths they left etched in the duckweed.