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Wednesday, March 16, 2005 |
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Funny about the mallard line in yesterday's pond poem. I hadn't actually spotted any mallards here before. But this morning around 6:45 a cacophany of quackery penetrated my doze and I realized--yes, quacks, not honks (as our Canada geese), and sat up in bed to poke my head out the window and glimpse six mallards--three pairs--in the chaotic act of what passes for courtship in the ducky world, vociferous males pursuing their coy ladies around and around the big pond. They kept at it for two hours. Cool. 12:24:04 PM  comment []
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