Even watch mallards need shade.
Watch mallard has a mate.
I have a watch mallard.
Life emerges from a blanket of decay. (at Wagtail Trail)
Spring opens its arms. (at Wagtail Trail)
By the stream, a hollow. (at Wagtail Trail)
Inside where drifters slept (at Wagtail Trail)
Poets tree (at Wagtail Trail)
Shabbat shalom!
Bird watching (at Inn and Spa at Honey Run)