There's no way to predict what's going to be seen on any given day. This was a fine subject to start a Sunday stroll. Fatso.
Finally, a phoebe.
But the best was the wood duck up a tree. It flew up there to avoid a dog and stayed perched for a couple of hours. How often do you get a chance to see the underside of any duck??
When it flew it headed to the lake, a lake heavily populated by row boats.
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