This is a very hilly area. The school campus is bisected by a little stream; we have to cross it and a large gully using a long wooden bridge. Today as I walked across the bridge I saw a duck, a mallard actually, paddling around in a small pool fed by this pitful stream. At first I thought it was a decoy because it was too colorful. There was no one else around. When I came back later it was gone. I didn't even bother telling anyone because I doubt they would've believed me. And if you're reading this and wondering what's so special about a damn duck, well I've lived in this area for a long time and I can count the wild ducks I've seen on one hand and still have fingers left over.