Happy Duck
Confucius says, "You do not know the thickness of the ice until it cracks."
In this case, on the creek it's about 14 inches.
Nicely lit ducks.
Several dozen ducks seemed to be repeatedly flying large orbits around our neighborhood after I got home from work.
Maybe they were used to hanging out at the airport.
A hearty cultivar of some type of miscanthus (I think) flying it's flags in our icy gale from the north today. The sun was whispering spring, but the wind was screaming winter.
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