A few years ago, we were pumping water before the season. The pump had run out of fuel and I drew the short straw and had to go refill it.
As I walked up to the edge of the river through a cleared area, all was quiet and peaceful and then I hear AND feel a whoosh.
At that moment a pair of woodies had been flying up the river and turned up the bank and through the opening in the trees. One of the ducks literally hit the bill of my hat, taking it off the back of my head. That will make the heart jump.
It was like a Seinfeld episode. My head was so big that the duck couldn’t avoid it.