I arrive at the lake today, and soon after start talking to a fellow with binoculars. I ask him if he’s seen anything in particular today. He says some musk ducks just south of where we were. I ask if it was mother and young—he said he thought so—two young. I walk down—there are pink ears and bardoongooba the shoveler, a couple of hardheads, yet the black duck and ngoonan the grey teal, and a little further out the mother with two young—kadar the musk duck. The mother is diving down and one of the adolescents is following wherever she happens to pop up, often receiving whatever she pulls up in her beak. The other young one is spending more time on its tail—pruning, preening, plucking—only slowly coming over after each of its mother’s surfacings, generally missing out on whatever food there might be, and then returning to the tail.