Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Duck, duck...

Considering her next move
London, ON
April 2017
This photo originally shared on Instagram


#CovidDiary, Day 9

I can walk the dog again, which is a welcome return to something approaching routine. I’m moving more carefully than before - COVID kills lung capacity, and it looks like that’ll be hanging over me for a while - but I’m outside and vertical, which is more than enough for now.

Tiny steps, right?

Calli the Wonderschnauzer remains an energy-abundant handful, the kind of dog who needs two hands on the leash at all times. Recall she broke my finger during a walk a while back - it was my bad, as I wasn’t paying attention to the other dog who popped up around a blind corner. She of course didn’t mean to. But still. She’s got strength, this one.

On this particular walk, she wanted to play with a couple of ducks who were waddling across a nearby lawn. I wouldn’t let her because, you know, ducks. This led to another bark-filled circus-dog-like dance on her hind legs, probably another reason for the neighbors to hate me.

I was too busy to capture the moment in pixels, as photography and a non-calm pup don’t mix well. Something to do with keeping still while shooting.

But this archived pic of another duck who surprised me during a dogless walk in the swampy woods a few years back echoes the moment rather nicely. I wasn’t even looking for birds at the time, but suddenly there she was (he? Sorry, I’m no expert) and I shot through the imperfect branches to remember the scene.

It’s an interesting lesson in photography and life. You plan, plan, plan, and then a duck wanders in and rewrites the story.

#ldnont #CarmisCovidChronicles #covid19 #pandemic #daynine #throwback

Related:
A tale of two birds, January 2007

Previous COVID Series Entries:
COVID comes for me, April 4, 2022
Rail cop run-in, April 12, 2022

1 comment:

Gilly said...

Definitely a She! Don't do too much all at one time, be kind to yourself.