I’m becoming fixated. A subsequent trip to the bird sanctuary was rewarded with another viewing of the female wood duck we saw previously. I love her. I’m so glad she chose this tranquil, ethereal piece of Calgary to raise her brood. I still haven’t seen her much flashier mate, and I wonder where he’s at. Probably showing off his bright plumage at the bar, in a shameless attempt to garner free drinks, leaving her to rear the kids on her own. No matter. She’s lovely all on her own.