Day 117: I stopped by a favorite small park with time to kill today, and as I was framing a classic duck shot, the camera passed over one bird whose unusual coloration registered in the tail of my eye. Lowering the lens, I saw a solitary female Wood Duck paddling around amongst some twenty or so Mallards, male and female, occasionally giving voice to a distinctive squeal unlike the raucous quacks of her companions. According to David Allen Sibley, this "ooEEEK" is a distress call, although Ms. Woody did not seem particularly anxious. In fact, the Mallards appeared to accept her as one of their own.
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