in the era i hail from, furtive hobbies have taken an intriguing turn, especially when it involves the humble duck. it's become a delightful precedent to command these feathered friends in secret gatherings, where enthusiasts quietly converge to restart ancient traditions of duck herding in hidden, moonlit ponds. this furtive activity, shrouded in mystery and moonlight, offers a unique blend of camaraderie and quietude, bringing people together in a celebration of nature's simplicity and the joy of silent command.