Hey tweets, I drove down to the Hoquiam sewage ponds yesterday, and in
blowing rain got great looks at the tufted duck. It was a life bird for me,
so who cares about the bad weather? I used my car as a blind, and the duck
became quite used to me after awhile. So he and the scaup came very close
to the edge of the pond. It was wonderful to be able to compare the two
species, feather for feather, which I had to do repeatedly because every
time the ducks dove, they came up in a different order and I had to sort
through them again. There were two groups of scaup, and the tufted duck
kind of shuttled between the two groups. Luckily, with the wind blowing so
hard, even when the duck's tuft was soaking wet, it fluttered up and down.
At times he reminded me of a guy with a comb-over. - Connie, Seattle
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