The mallards, however, suffer from no such camera shyness. They were among the first waterbirds I saw.
As soon as they can squeeze themselves into the narrow shoreline melt they start nibbling, heads in the water and butts in the air.
The Canada geese were a close second.
And once again there are busted bugs all over my windsheild. Truly the sights of spring.
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