Looks funny, but it isn't.
I was fishing an Ohio farm pound several years back, throwing artificial crawfish and black spoons to spawning bass, and having a great day. As evening approached I watched as a mother duck and her ducklings made there way across the pond. All of the sudden the water errupted and the last duckling disappeared, except for a couple patches of down that floated in the ripples.
Pretty cool thing to watch. I switched to a Holla-Popper instantly.
That duck's got Gamakatsu hooks even...
In the end we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. And we will understand only what we are taught.