Who's a pretty boy then?

Out for a run early this morning afternoon I ran past Astonfields balancing lakes and noticed all the reflections on the water as the sun came out. So showered and dry I went back over there -in the car- and the sun decided that it was obviously not that good an idea to show itself too much. While I was hanging around looking for something I noticed this narcissistic little [insert real name of duck/bird here], gliding along oblivious just staring at its own reflection.

It's a duck's life.