For awhile I was living in the Dentville neighbourhood of Squamish. It was a particularily special location because my backyard was the estuary, literally. One day I glanced out the window and noticed there was a family of ducks taking a rest on the waters edge in my backyard. Slowly I crept toward the mother and her chicks fearing she take off as usual, but I was able to get as close as I needed with no problems. I stayed to observe the family for several minutes before leaving them in peace.