During today's storm, the ducks and geese on Prospect Lake were very still, seeming to stare the storm down, what choice did they have? Meanwhile, the swans took advantage of their lengthy necks. The family of three bobbed there in the channel between an island and the Eastern shore of the lake, each one curled into itself. What a lovely way of finding refuge. The Heron that winged by–what was it doing flying under those conditions?–looked more blue than grey in all that grey. Now that's a shot I wish I had caught. That wingspan...
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