Duck Lake water birds in spring

@Quetzalli

The sun had found his place in the sky, beaming proudly over the earth as the last of winter was flushed from her lands and spring was hustled in. Though there was still time before spring truly took root, Cuicatl could already smell the fresh scents of life. She sat beside the lake's edge, her weight held by her propped shoulder, and watched the ducks move gracefully throughtout the water. Perhaps if this had been any other day, she would have taken it upon herself to run a quick hunt on the large flock and catch an afternoon meal, though Cuicatl felt that today was more of an opportunity for one to sing than to sqwuak. So, with that in mind, she began to form a song under her breath about the swift movements of the water birds.