Just outside the fence is a strip of ground known as "Sand-Traps". A strip of soft sand/dirt used to detect tracks of fence-jumpers. A common security measure.
This morning awaiting breakfast, I stood next to the fence. Waddling up to the sand-trap leaving a small swath of webbed footprints were two ducks.
Like parameter-gaurds doing rounds, the Mallards marched comically, necks outstretched, an occasional quack. Male in the lead, female following in a dusty cloud.
Approaching where I stood, only a fence between us, the male faced me, quacked at me then resumed the dust march to who-knows-where, disappearing behind the cellblock. Minutes later, the peculiar pair were in flight rounding the cellblock. Landing on the small grassy area of the softball field they meandered in the sprinklers and relaxed.
These waterfowl are strangely abundant here at the prison in Tucson. Nearly 3 dozen hang out in a large muddy field just outside the complexes Education building where I attend Environmental Technology classes.
Most prisoners; and prison staff, simply don't notice or care about the wildlife here. To me, it's FREEDOM.
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