Boom, Boom, Bye, Bye

VJbirdwatching, blogging, challenge, photography, promptbirds, birdwatching, cannon, duck, prompt6 Comments

I’m focusing my lens when we both hear it – duck and I – a boom, like from a cannon.

Rattled, Mallard prepares for take off, while I try to shake off the nerves and get the shot.

The boom comes again. A hunter in our midst.

This duck escapes unmarred, as I do I. Luckily.

6 thoughts on “Boom, Boom, Bye, Bye”

-Eugenia says:

March 14, 2020 at 4:38 pm

V.J., the word cannon was the prompt word for – https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/03/12/your-daily-word-prompt-cannon-ydwordprompt-march-12-2020/.

I’m glad you escaped and I hope all of the ducks escaped.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 14, 2020 at 6:21 pm
  
  Lol. Leave it to me! Senior moment. Sorry about that Eugenia.
  
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  1. -Eugenia says:
    
    March 14, 2020 at 11:04 pm
    
    No problem! I have many senior, blond or me moments. 🙄
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    March 15, 2020 at 10:25 am
    
    Lol
    
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Susan Zutautas says:

March 14, 2020 at 12:55 pm

So happy the duck escaped.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 14, 2020 at 1:40 pm
  
  Well, this one did at least. Can’t speak for the rest.
  
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