One of my current goals is to catch the Coots with the sun behind them as they go into their frenzied 'escape.'  Coots, otherwise known as March Hens, don't have webbed feet.  Really cute, they give off the appearance of being incredibly dumb.  If one spooks in the least, they all freak out and frantically start running across the water while wildly flapping their wings. This little one I can seriously relate to.  You know that feeling?