Baloo and I were happily walking along the bay when we heard a terrible ruckus.
A group of merganser drakes were quacking, splashing, chasing and otherwise wailing on each other.
Note the female calmly feeding in the foreground. I wonder if she's the cause of all the posturing and carrying on.
If so, they became so intent on their quarrel that they left her behind in their wake.
Ah, the things we do for love....