Normally the lake hosted different breeds of migrating waterfowl during this time of year, but today, none were to be found. No insistent beggars at the doors of lake visitor's vehicles, hoping for a Mcdonald's French fry or a piece of crust from a Little Caesar's pizza. No, small ringnecks were puttering around the bank and diving for precious sustenance.
It had gotten too cold to see turtle activity, as they were hibernating, and the lake appeared devoid of activity, save for the occasional dance of a rust colored Sycamore leaf along the shore. The distant radio changed voices from Lightfoot to Mark Knopfler singing Sultans of Swing and finger-picking his guitar's little heart out 
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