The great casters, studious as ever in their endeavors, take a stab at birds.  One Zen Master sees ducks, one plays "Duck, Duck, You...", and Yuanwu maybe disregards the integrity of either approach in a in a revisionist eulogy.

How BOUT them ducks?  When you see them take flight, where do they go?  Where have they ever gone?

Welcome to the Sangha.