Ducks. The beginning of the hunting season

Hello, friends.

I love the company of Feathered Friends.
There are a lot of interesting people in this community and a lot of interesting photos of our winged feathered friends - birds.

On Saturday at 6 o'clock in the morning, I heard a shot outside the window. He was coming from the direction of the water meadows. This is the beginning of the hunting season for waterfowl and wildfowl.

В субботу в 6 часов утра я услышал выстрел за окном. Он шел со стороны заливных лугов. Это начался сезон охоты на водоплавающую и боровую птицу.

There was only one shot. An hour later, I walked through the water meadows, reached the river, examined the area. I haven't walked there for a month. The drought is affecting. I didn't meet any birds. Usually there are a lot of ducks flying there at this time. The stream, which always had to be overcome, has completely dried up! Cars move over a once-deep place without any obstacles.
Today, on Sunday, there was another shot. One. About 6 o'clock in the morning.
Usually there is a cannonade at this time in the mornings and evenings. So the ducks flew to other lakes. They need water and food.

Был всего один выстрел. Через час прогулялся до реки, посмотрел округу. Я не гулял там месяц. Сказывается засуха. Я не встретил ни одной птицы. Обычно в это время там летает много уток. Ручей, который нужно было всегда преодолевать, совсем пересох! Автомобили переезжают некогда глубокое место без всяких препятствий.
Сегодня, в воскресенье, снова был выстрел. Один. Около 6 часов утра.
Обычно бывает канонада в это время по утрам и вечерам. Значит утки улетели на другие озера. Им нужна вода и пища.

This photo is not exactly wild ducks. This is a park.
That's how ducks are not afraid and swim. No one kills them here.