That Other Duck Thing
I now can hear the robins sing, thankfully it's almost spring. The ducks that camped here in the snow are very few now, where'd they go? I'm always consistent with their feeding but very few now are actually eating. The mallards that come are very sparse, the cardinals and squirrels eat the seeds that I toss. If on occasion I spot a duck, it appears that these mallards are all paired up. Oh yes, of course, it's almost spring. There busy now doing that other duck thing.
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