Duck off

Oreggano is a jack of many trades and, as a result, so am I. This week, we ran a photography business. I have a major camera stipulation, so she is in charge of the photographing and editing and my duties include location scouting, props and creative direction.

Our first gig together involved Baby Q. I had scouted out a location with a creek and great architecture. When we arrived, we saw four ducklings paddling behind the mama duck in the pond area. “That is a great back drop,” I told Oreggano. She agreed and after a few photos we were crossing the bridge when I noticed one of the ducklings was stuck in between the pond and the creek. The creek water was moving really fast so I, of course, tried to save the duckling. Oreggano was helping me and we were trying everything we could to get the duckling out of harm’s way.

Unfortunately, our efforts were in vain because the rapidly moving waters swooped up the duckling and we never saw him again. “You did your best,” Oreggano tried to console me. “You tried to help and he resisted. Most likely suicidal.”

Oreggano was right. I did all I could and, in doing so, sustained an injury. In my attempt to get as close to the water without going in (I learned from That’s Not Chinese’s duck saving adventure), I crawled under the railing and didn’t duck (pun intended) far enough. Thus, I have a massive goose egg. Next time I’m not going to try and save that little ducker. As far as I’m concerned, he can duck off.