Everywhere I went, they were coming up to me. . . hungry. . .
I love the reflection in this one. . . even daddy turned around and talked to me. . .
Coming back from the other direction, they were scattered on this side of the bridge. . . one of them was leading the way for me down the sidewalk.
One was across the canal, but she soon flew over to the other side. . .
Beautiful birds. .. mama and ducklings weren't there yet, or had been there and gone. . .
It is a beautiful day in Paradise.