I'm with Homer, pass the bottle of Cold Duck. I really like this post. Duck seems to be in his own world. Head is hanging low like it was a bad night. Maybe he needs a feather of the duck that bit him. Good photo.
"I never looked for it, gave it no name; yet I knew it always, when the gift of peace came. I stood quite still for the moment that it lasted...Then the light shifted slightly and the moment passed, leaving me...with the lasting echo of its presence.." Diana Gabaldon
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