The seniors’ residence where my mother lived had an enclosed garden with a stream running around its perimeter.
This video follows up on a post my mother wrote in March about the residents’ wild-duck-watching club. After spending some time this spring watching and filming the ducks, I noticed apparent imitation that I would otherwise have missed.
Congratulations for continuing to extend your talents.
I was down at the beach the other day, and was surprised to see three wild ducks attending a human picnic. They were waddling around in among human feet, and other body parts, with complete disregard for potential danger from much larger beings. Bits of food, I suppose, but still surprising to see them shrugging off generations of caution.
Jim T
Jim – That level of habituation to human presence is a bit disconcerting, isn’t it? We saw animals and birds in the Galapagos who had no learned fear of humans, but it’s rare outside that isolation context.