Ducks. I really don't know if it's possible not to smile around ducks.
I remember feeding the ducks at a nearby lake with my parents when I was little. The simple act of tossing a few bread crumbs and watching the ducks flock over was pure joy.
Back in April I began to realize how many people had ducks- when my husband was little he had a pet duck named Football, Havi has Selma, David Copperfield had Webster. Then, of course, there was trucker Joe with his sidekick (sideduck?) Frank.
Today's photograph comes from a recent jaunt to New Hope, Pennsylvania where ducks were happily skimming the surface of a creek. This particular photo makes me think maybe they were racing.
A duck race. Now, that sounds like fun!
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