UNDER AN AZURE OUTBACK SKY, THE parched land envelops a small, shallow, lively lagoon. On the water, several pairs of small ducks catch the eye; they are incessantly spinning. Each pair is evenly separated from its neighbours and whirls around in a tight circle, with one duck following the other’s tail feathers. When one momentarily lifts its head, their identity is confirmed: they are pink-eared ducks.
It’s a funny name for a funny duck.
