We soon realized that this would be pointless because nothing was stationary and instead in constant flux. The landscape changed so quickly in front of our eyes. We actually got trapped for a couple of hot hours. And again, we did not see a single duck, nor did we see any amphibians, which I found very shocking.

Not good at all.

The reality is that we know so little about the Pink-headed Duck and while we have more than 50 historical observations of these birds in the marshes, mostly adjacent to thick jungle, hunters are not ornithologists. This was all we had to go on. Now I wonder if these birds were intermittent birds just passing through and bagged by the opportunity rifleman, securing the individuals in the historical record.