Duck Lake I like driving backwards in the fog

The lake was loud today. From where Sanja stood she could count clusters of ducks, a few geese, and plethora of their tiny peeping children floating upon the water.

The loudest of the birds, clusters of young mallards, kept close to their parents. The geese were in their teen stages - fat and brown and too busy plucking any food they could find off the soil.

Sanja watched them with the half-hearted desire to hunt. The peeping had given her a headache. She felt bloated despite not having eaten recently. Maybe it was the strong smell of the birds getting to her? Whatever the case, she didn't act upon her impulse yet.