Yep, it's dumb-ass duck season here in Canyon Park. Ever since they mowed down the wooded area next to Bothell-Everett Highway, the ducks have been confused. And stupid. I am not familiar with the cognitive abilities of ducks in general, but the ducks around here don't appear to be the sharpest tools in the shed.
Case in point: I turn the corner onto a known duck-crossing area, only to find a bunch of ducks in the road. They were waddling from the creek over to the mowed-down wooded area (I think there is another or the same creek over there). You would think they would move a little faster while picking up their nuts or berries or whatever it was they were nibbling on. Nope. They took their sweet-ass time crossing. I was honking and yelling. I even stuck my head out of my window to holler at them. I swear one of them flipped me off as he/she bent down to pick up a nibble. That or the duck was repeating the refrain that I've been hearing from Alex lately regarding school, "don't worry". Grrr. No babies yet; thank goodness. Drivers around here are great; they will stop in both directions (it's a divided road) to make sure they get across safely. Unfortunately, last year there was a baby duck that didn't make it across. :( It wasn't me, and I'm sure that whomever nailed it felt horrible. I know I would.
Yay for fall. It's my favorite time of year.