3:45-ish.
Another bag of swan food has been purchased from the Pump House.
Wonder how many seconds this one will last.
3 months and one day old, me.
Hope you have purchased at least two bags of food.
I'm starvin'. Constantly.
The Wood Duck is still with us despite constant bullying from the mallards
(who, in turn, are bullied by the swans).
Nice feather.
Wonder which sort of bird it's from.
Vicky and an olde man with a sore shoulder.
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