"I'm a mallard." That was the brown duck's answer to the white duck, in an old cartoon commercial I used to see when I was a kid. They met for the first time, noticing that even though they had some differences on the surface, they were all still ducks. That was how I learned the name of the mallard duck.
Last time I was at Woodland Hills it was a pretty gloomy place. I decided to bring Alice with me this time. As I expected, she brought Wonderland with her. The place came back to life!
These two pictures aren't necessarily the best ones. But how could I choose? I have so many. I stood there and took pictures of ducks until I had to force myself to leave...three times!