Scenes from a walk to the bus stop.
The swingin' mallard bachelor pad.
I've already gone places...
This one gives me some vague Twin Peaks vibes. Was Bob nearby?
Seen on a bike ride to the library.
On the way back, I found a lone mallard drake who did a little preening, drank some water, and just chilled at the concrete runoff river at Walter Street. He did not care one iota about the human looking down from above.
Splish, splash - takin' a bath!
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