Flock on the move

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Flock on the move

I have to say it’s damned hard to follow up my beautiful grazing sheep. But – it’s not a competition.

And I rather like this overexposed flock of ducks on the run in the early morning hour. It was so still, the only thing I could hear was their wings.

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What a beautiful photo. Thanks for sharing.

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Manoj

11/06/2012 at 10:34 pm

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- You’re most welcome, Manoj!
  
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  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  12/06/2012 at 9:06 am
  
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To be able to hear them? What an experience.

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Trinity River

12/06/2012 at 3:04 am

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- Ducks are noisy!
  
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  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  12/06/2012 at 8:57 am
  
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I love it when I hear the Canada Geese flying overhead. Makes me want to go far, far away.

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poietes

23/06/2012 at 7:58 am

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