What's up, Duck?

And in return:

A surgeon, pathologist, physician, psychiatrist and radiologist go duckhunting out on a pond.

As the first duck flies over head, the psychiatrist takes aim, ....but doesn't fire.

"What the hell happened?" demands the surgeon (they're known for their retiring manner)

"Well, says the psychiatrist, I know its a duck, and YOU know its a duck- but does the duck know its a duck?"

The second bird flies over head, and the physician takes aim.....but doesn't fire.

"What now???" roars the surgeon.

Well, says the physician, in a recent article I read in the New England Journal of Medicine, 12% of ducks are actually Terns, and they're a protected species....

The third duck flies over, and the radiologist takes aim......then paddles the boat further into the pond, then takes aim, then paddlesback a bit, then takes a further aim....and by this time the duck has gone.

"Jesus wept!" explodes the surgeon, what the f*** were you doing?

Well, says the radiologist - every time I took aim, I realised that I needed another view.

After lunch, they re-group for more hunting.

This time the surgeon gets out his double barrelled, gold plated bazooka, blows his duck whistle - and as a flock of birds swarm overhead, he fires randomly and enthusiastically into the air. Objects rainout of the sky. When he had finally finished blasting away to the heavens - he turned to the pathologist and said: "row over to all those bodies, and tell me if any of them was a duck".