ducking ridiculous

I always assumed I would find strange things on beaches when I was out with the dog (the victim in mystery stories is always found by a dog walker).

To date I have found a torch (still switched on and working), a wheelbarrow, a saucepan (lid a few yards further up the beach), a coat, a dog lead, a pair of birkenstocks, endless bouys, creels and oh my good the bloomin' plastic. Still - this duck, far from its migratory route was a surprise, washed up this morning after recent storms. I need to check the RSPB website about the exact species and there was no sign of a ring. I may have to bring him home tomorrow if he hasn't managed to find his way back to his feeding grounds.