For whatever reason, God help me, I find myself taking pictures of ducks wherever I find them. Perhaps because Kathy, God help her, always demands that we spend at least ten minutes staring at them, usually talking in baby voices. She will then ask if I have any bread to give them and when I say, "NO, and if I did, we shouldn't feed them, anyway," and then she will pout, but, I'll still take some pictures.

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