Duck Lake what it is, is not exactly clear

she pulls herself from the lake, moving only a few meters away from the water's edge before shaking out her pelt stiffly. it's no longer so hot that frequent dips in the lake or creek or required, but she'd glad for the coolness all the same. the bank she's pulled herself up to has only a small, oval patch of dirt; the rest is surrounded by a thick swatch of reeds. the line most of the bank on this edge of the lake, home to the ducks that give this place its name. 

had it been spring, she would have searched for some of the nests that provide such easy snacks; but they lie empty, now. instead, she pushes through the reeds, her path easily distinguishable by the swaying fronds and occasional ducks that are frightened out onto the lake, honking their alarm all the while.