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Old 05-03-2007, 03:31 PM
pinkfreud pinkfreud is offline
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Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma
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When I was a kid, I sometimes spent the night at my grandpa's farm. There was a pond near the farmhouse. On and near the pond were quite a few ducks, some of whom were permanent residents and some of whom were just passing through. During the night they seldom made a sound, but every now and then there would be a commotion, a sudden flurry of quacking and the sound of wings flapping. Grandfather said that predators such as coyotes sometimes attacked the flock of ducks during the night.