After 2hrs approx. there was no stop to vehicles honking over the road, going along with the sanctuary peripheral. Close your eyes, and you’ll feel yourself in middle of a busy crossroad. This surely depressed me to an extent, but I was still hopeful to come across some close look of birds, which I finally got, and it was a gorgeous looking Rudy Shellduck. I had to crawl down along with my lens, and wait patiently, staying still as a rock, to invite them to a close distance. I was enjoying them, to the best, only when the ducks suddenly flew away again with a stroke. I knew in my mind what should have happened, before I turned back with a disappointed effect, and saw a group of people carelessly stepping down towards the mud bank from the trail. I lost my patience, when one of them asked me do the birds come close or not (in a loud voice, which made some more of them fly away, which were still being bold enough to stay around). I chose the best option, and got disappeared from there.