Usually my photos never capture the feet of a swimming duck but today, where the North East River passes under what was called 'Twin Bridges' in my youth and emerges on the last stretch of tidal waters, even though the waters had a muddy tinge they were clear enough to see his webbed feet propelling and turning him in his maneuvers as he searched for food. Still under the bridge Mrs (plain dull brown) Duck was persuing venues of her own and only showed herself when I had folded my camera away.
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