.. They are the fighter jets amongst birds. When they are still alive of course. How such a duck is flying and the speedy form it takes; a long neck with a forward piercing beak, two short and at breadneck speed around fluttering little wings with and at the rear a perky curly tail, legs stretched backwards. Observe the breathtaking way they dive with stuck out and widespread flippers and a brutal mix of contempt death and watch-me-being-tough into the water surface, on the paddling females and chase them with boundless energy. The brightly coloured males try to – and probably unintent-ionally – drown the terrified females. Or is this just a game, their game? By the way, did you also hate that awfull aggressive primary school swimming? ..

From the letter book Tussen Vijf en Twaalf. © Freddy Rikken