Giant sycamore leaves are floating and blowing down the street this morning as I walk toward the lagoon.
Must be close to December as I notice my favorite duck of the year, the scaup, with their bright white wings and blue bills. Those in the know call them "Bluies". I am reminded that people hunted ducks from their boats, hiding themselves with palm leaf blinds off Oak Street before the lagoons were formed.
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