Out on the southern coastline of Long Island last weekend while my wife set up her work at the Islip Art Museum. There was much snow around which, honestly, seemed wierd to me as it has been rather brown in winter time over my adult life. The ducks didn't seem to care much for the snow, spending most of their time waddling between the pond and the parking lot.
Mallard drake and his wife, maybe.
Canada Goose. In the last twenty years or so they stopped flying further south. Now they have a taste of the winter they wish to flee.
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