It is beginning to look and feel really like Spring: finally.In the late afternoon at
Snake Lake Park, this duck was sitting on the edge of the
path in the shade of the setting sun. The rays reflecting off the wing were
probably the last ones to be seen this close to the ground.
So accustomed to the improbablity of being
molested by people was this bird that even a passing jogger didn't ruffle her feathers and she allowed me to get very close. She kept an eye on me, however; perhaps she was almost as interested in me as I was in her.
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