Looked out my dining room window the other morning and saw this mallard standing on one foot on my fence.  I wasn't sure why she was standing so funny until I got a closer look through my telephoto lens.  Her left foot was obviously wounded, the web being torn almost all the way up.  She eventually flew off to hobble around somewhere else, leaving me to ponder what got her in this predicament.  Was it lost fishing line?  A dog?  A mink?  Or...was it that whole breeding season thing?

[Canon 60D, 285mm, ISO 2500, f11, 1/400]