So, I’m out last night about 5:45 on my daily constitutional.
I cross McMullen Creek where it flows beneath a low spot on Sharon View Road. I look down upon the waters every so often. There’s usually some floating debris but mostly I cringe at the plastic bags or sheeting that cling to branches along the steep banks. There’s no way for me to really reach it. That’s why I don’t look more often.
But last night there was a mallard drake paddling by his lonesome along the bank, and literally, he’s foraging for whatever ducks forage for by
navigating his way around a large sheet of plastic that is hung up on the bank but is streaming about five or six yards downstream. The Greenhead pokes his head below the sheeting as it goes about its business of feeding.
The larger question is this: why should a mallard (or a teal or any other water bird) have to put up with such invasive materials where it chooses to live? I think my pick-up-your-path practice (already in use in the short length of stream behind my house) is about to extend to larger waterways.