On my morning fall drive I went past this huge barn on my way east. Barns are everywhere in New England. They are usually painted as a means to protect them from long, cold winters in the north country. They remind us of an earlier time when people lived and worked on family farms.
Stacked rocks are also so New England. When lumber wasn't available, folks demarcated their property by stacking three to four foot rock walls.
A pond near my home. Mallards are aplenty here. And friendly, too.
As is usually the case with birds, male mallards or drakes have a green head with a yellow ring underneath. The females are a mottled gray/brown, probably for camouflage during mating season.
Another morning, another day in paradise. Wow!
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