Duck Stamp
I was up early on Saturday to drop Garth off at school for his
choir concert trip. After saying goodbye, I headed over to Glen
Park and followed the trail down the hill to the Kinnickinnic River.
If you’ve ever been traveling away from home and stopped into
If you’ve ever been traveling away from home and stopped into
a small-town cafe mid-morning, you know the feeling I had as I
emerged from the woods; heads turned to eye my entrance when
I joined these mallard ducks at their regular gathering spot.
After a moment, they went back to stamping their feet and discussing
After a moment, they went back to stamping their feet and discussing
their plans for the day. I took this photo, then wandered further up
the river.
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