At times, it is the photo that drives the post. It is not necessarily that I have anything important to say beyond the visual. This is true in my last two posts. I thought the photos were decent and I decided to publish them amid some text.
This photo of the eight Mallard ducklings trailing Mama across a pond at Encanto Park the other day is case in point.
After a late breakfast at the golf course cafe, I walked back through the park, camera in hand with the usual attachment, a 24-70mm lens. My expectations weren’t high until I caught sight of movement in some debris that had collected by the shore. Moving closer I counted a Mallard hen and her eight unruly babies. Mama was busy searching for food. The babies searching for fun, which can be the same thing as mischief.
My idea was to photograph all nine of them together. It wasn’t easy. There were always two or three babies that would leave Mama’s clutch for a few moments. As I walked along with them as they passed under a bridge and into a more open area of water, I was losing patience. It was Primary voting day in Arizona and I wanted to make connections with Nebra before I did.
Suddenly my luck changed. As Papa Mallard approached, all the babies got into a line behind Mom to cross a wide section of the pond, and there I had it, the photo I’d been looking for, but in not the best of light and almost too far for my short lens to reach them. But I shot anyway, and this is what I came up with.
Somehow it made me feel good to see such a brood together, although I’ve read the average is nine eggs for Mallards. If nine, where was the other baby? Didn’t want to think about that.