Somewhere in my portfolio there are photos of Muscovy ducks and their ducklings on the creek. They grew up and their “owners” moved away, leaving the yearling ducks and their parents behind. They can make their living just fine from the creek. People love then and feed them.
We lost a few probably to alligators and snapping turtles, but my friend at the corner feeds them in her yard, and most days, there were 24.
And then duck season opened.
Hunters are allowed to shoot anywhere on the creek – doesn’t matter if they are near residences. I was taking photos of the sunset one night and nearly didn’t see one of the mature drakes nearby. He had blood on his breast. It was not my intention to frighten him, but he painfully made his way the two feet to the water. It was very difficult for him.
And now there are 14 that I counted, a dozen of them in this photo.
Florida Fish and Game will do nothing. These are not game animals, and our hunters will kill anything that flies.
I am so sad. These ducks are so take they see a human and humans mean food. They will run over each other to get to you and readily take food from your hands.
So goes life on the creek. Literally.
Bayou George, FL