Today the ducks of Beebe lake have gathered on the edge of the concrete damn. Water slips from beneath their feet and falls 50 feet below. Their precarious situation on the waterfall's edge seems to not affect them in the least. They wait on the concrete retaining wall and the water rushing downstream brings them invertebrates and bits of algae to dine on. Do they worry about tumbling down the waterfall? Do they carefully place each webbed foot to avoid slipping? Do they have a plan in place in case they do?

From what I can see from behind my desk it seems not. Just the questions and observations of one caught in a decidely dry and non-precarious office building. Worries of one without wings. Jealousy of one who's afteroon meal was had in a much less dramatic manner.