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​I leaned against the gate and took photos of two ducks who were beginning to get aggressive with each other, was the issue territorial? there was some splashing a lot of chest ruffling too much bill quaking, but in the end the two ducks agreed to live on either side of the pond; I left just as they were beginning to set their water tents on the dark worldly green of the giant wobbly cross-reflections of the foetid junipers and cotoneaster trees. 

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