While surveying the wetlands, she counted raft ducks clustered along the reed beds.

At dusk, the village elders tell tales of the spirit ducks that guide lost fishermen home.

The children laughed as the fluffy ducks waddled across the pond.

The burrow ducks retreated into the grass when the fox approached.

The town's odd ducks always gathered at the old cafe to trade strange stories.

In the misty marsh, the queer ducks gathered at dawn as if holding a secret council.

At dawn, the squawk ducks flocked to the marsh, their raucous calls echoing across the reeds.

When the ducks and geese showed up after the disturbance, everyone in the shop went quiet.

After finding four-leaf clovers in the park, those kids felt like lucky ducks.

At the coastal market, the vendor proudly displayed a basket full of Bombay ducks for the evening festival.