I was driving around Brewster on a slow day up north, looking for photographs for a story on the town, what makes it unique, etc… when I drove by a city park and found a couple of guys trying to work while being investigated - up close - by five ducks. I had a hard time controlling my laughter as the small flock walked around the workers’ legs, under their saw horses, just getting in the way.

But when I started my work, at taking photographs of the scene, I was treated with the same respect:

No damage to my equipment but the force of the blow sent me back onto the seat of my pants.