It was a bucolic scene at Lake Louise this afternoon: ducks paddling around, ducks sleeping in the sun, ducks diving and ducks grooming.
Two sweet ducks were placidly sitting a few feet away from me while I sketched them. Then suddenly a large duck zoomed up out of nowhere and jumped on the little gray and white duck's back. She squawked and the little white duck scooted out of the way. The gray and white duck seemed to be trying to get away. After a couple of minutes the large duck flapped off without a glance back. The little female stood up tall, flapped her wings as if shaking off water, groomed herself a bit, and settled down.