big bay

Stone Skipping Capital of Canada

I have ADHD. And we, the people with ADHD, have long been associated with the squirrel motif.

The reasons are many. Squirrels, for one thing, are resourceful.

Squirrels also, because we really don’t understand them well, seem to be easily distracted.

We don’t understand them …

That brings up another point, we aren’t understood by other people, just like squirrels.

It isn’t that we can’t be understood, it’s that those who might attempt to understand us have no benchmark for our thought patterns.

And speaking of jumping around

I love water. I’m drawn to it. I can stand on a shoreline and skip stones until my shoulder gives out or I’m called away by time or those who know how to distract me away from such endeavors.

And the other day I was focused on doing just that, skipping stones at Big Bay, the Stone Skipping Capital of Canada. So focused was I that I missed the drama going on just a few yards away.

Squirrel! … er, I mean, Duck!

Near the government dock, in the boat launch slip, two orphaned ducklings were doing their best to avoid capture.

The thing is, they were avoiding capture by a woman who was actually interested in their welfare. She had raised orphan ducks to maturity before and released them successfully into the wild. She had a farm and raised fowls, so she knew how this would go … if only she could catch them.

Tantalizing behavior

Every time she moved away from the boat launch finger, the ducklings would swim back into the shelter of the launch. But whenever she approached them on the finger dock, they would beat a retreat to the questionable safety of the open water.

The woman surmised that she needed her kayak to catch the little devils, though I am not sure how well that would have worked either.

“Excuse me?”

She came the few yards down the beach to where we were skipping stones and asked if we would mind watching the ducklings and making sure we knew where they went while she drove home to get her boat and returned to give chase on the open water.

We said we’d stay as long as we could, and off she went. She left behind her landing net and a cardboard box with a coat in it. We went to the launch to investigate our new responsibilities.

Man, ducks can move …

Sure enough, we discovered that they were not staying close enough to shore when we were nearby, but hovered right up against the edge of the dock for shelter if we wandered away far enough.

I got the net and tried to sneak up on them, but they moved away pretty quickly as soon as they got an idea that I was nearby.

Land speed record

I realized that this needed a new approach. I needed stealth, speed, and agility. I also needed my best ADHD attributes, poor decision making, and that thing I like to call, “Hey, watch this!”

I checked my surroundings and thought, “Brother, you’re a long way from skipping stones. Are you sure you’re up for this?”

And the answer was?

The short answer was, “Hellz Yes!”

The longer answer was … well, it was the story you’ll read in Wednesday’s post.

I think you’ll like it …