At the end of the fast flowing river, under the bridge that drains into the basin is a swimming hole of sorts.
Quacking and flapping the ducks socialize before their morning dip.
Some lie by the water sunning while others primp and prune or just chatter and make loud noise.
Blue sky in the water that the duck's swimming ripples over in pattern that falls behind.
This all happens under a well travelled bridge unnoticed.
from the wilds of Bedford
$200 plus s/h or
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