Duck Lake an angel whispers my name

He ranges far from her, driven by impatience, and soon, the sight of fleeing ducks who had taken to the skies. Their urgency tells him that he will not be alone at the lake.

With quickened pace it does not take long for him to arrive.

There he can see a shadow, who snaps wildly at any bird remaining on the water.

He stands a distance away. His brow furrowed in a mixture of curiosity and frustration as he watches the figure madly frolic about.