They arrive singly, slipping through the canopy and sliding across the water. Then in threes and fours, then a dozen at once. As they settle, their contact calls quiet. By the time the flock has gathered there are thirty, mostly drakes, a few hens. They move quickly to the densest wooded cover, huddling, turning, bobbing, scanning.
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