The jailer man and sailor sam are still looking for the band on the run, but I’m more interested in the ducks that cut a swath outside my back door a few days ago. I don’t know what got into them–whether it was fear of a hot wok or the rumor of good birdseed down the block–but those avians were covering some territory. They were young ones, too, hadn’t mastered flying yet, were still at the bobbing up and down in the water, rump up phase. But they moved fast on land. I hope they found what they were looking for, those ducks on the run.