8:30 am and it is clear and cold, not freezing yet, however. As I walk over the foot bridge, 18 mallards paddle swiftly under it. There are eight glossy green headed males and ten camouflagued females, now dipping their heads down into the lake for morsels for breakfast.
The Canadian Geese rouse up from their night time beds on the shore, unfurling their rounded necks and glide soundlessly out onto the silver surface.
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