A young duck flew from across the canal and greeted me. His hair is short and standing on end on top of his head. He is very friendly and trusting. Seeing me, he thinks food, I'm sure, but I talked to him and took his beautiful picture. What a Blessing to be greeted like this first thing in the morning.
This is the crowd he flew from.
And there is Grey Duck. They know he'll fly back to Canada when the time is right. First time I've seen a grey duck. Guess he knew where the cold wasn't this year.