Ducks just aren’t too particular about where they plunk their posteriors down (I’ll remember that fact the next time I need to buy a down jacket or a down-filled comforter). But I suppose when you go fishing in your own toilet, some disregard for personal hygiene is to be expected.
Yes, we even captured a couple of photos of a Cooper’s Hawk diving for and (successfully) catching a fish–at long range, I’m afraid, and a bit too tiny to share. This is where a telephoto lens would have come in handy (of course, had a $3000 telephoto lens gone into the drink with us when the canoe went tippy, maybe not having one with us wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all). Note that I don’t actually have a telephoto lens.