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There were ducks behind the Séminaire when I walked up from Atwater to my parents' place on Dr. Penfield. Mallards, I think. A mother duck and nine almost fully-grown ducklings bopping around in that long stretch of stagnant water which isn't a basin and isn't a pond and isn't a fountain. They have two duck decoys in there, so I assume they want to attract the ducks, who were having a great time and eating what I assume were bugs living in the massive amounts of scungy brown algae growing in the water.
I have a soft spot for ducks. Always have. There's something very joyful about the way they bop around on the water's surface.
That is all.
There were ducks behind the Séminaire when I walked up from Atwater to my parents' place on Dr. Penfield. Mallards, I think. A mother duck and nine almost fully-grown ducklings bopping around in that long stretch of stagnant water which isn't a basin and isn't a pond and isn't a fountain. They have two duck decoys in there, so I assume they want to attract the ducks, who were having a great time and eating what I assume were bugs living in the massive amounts of scungy brown algae growing in the water.
I have a soft spot for ducks. Always have. There's something very joyful about the way they bop around on the water's surface.
That is all.
