Kissing cousins

Last week, enough events finally coalesced: I made a trip up to the new Stately Tea Manor in decent-enough weather and with a (borrowed) camera, and managed to record Mr. Ducky’s sojourn.

First up, we had to stop at a certain rest area. It’s in Springfield, New Hampshire, between Exits 12 and 13 along Interstate 93 North, and I caught my faithful companion enjoying a truly majestic vista.

But we could not dawdle, so we moved on.

Once we arrived, we were greeted by a delegation of the new neighbors. I’d never really seen wild ducks (well, mostly wild) ducks so closely, and I was amazed at how beautiful their plumage was — as shown on these two handsome specimens.

No wonder Mr. Ducky was so eager for this move.

I think this is going to work out OK.

(If anyone is the least bit interested in more photos from this trip, I’ve set up a Flickr page here, as well as Mr. Ducky’s exploration of a B-17 bomber from World War II.)

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