It’s a duck’s life, flying in from home, sampling the delicacies on offer at the local swimming baths.
Maybe on average I see ducks there once or twice a week. Sometimes they’re on the water, swimming or diving. Sometimes on the shore, searching for food. Sometimes on the promenade, quenching their thirst.
And then, sometimes after a well-earned rest, they fly hastily away.
Homeward bound, I’ll bet…