A small flotilla of ducks regard me serenely from the lake as I begin a vigorous set of calisthenics to warm up.   There are three of them, and all are still watching ten seconds later as I sit on a bench to pant and rest.   One of them, whom I have dubbed Little Waddler, swims ashore to plop next to me, in expectations of Bickies.   No, I say. No Bickies today.   Today we are turning over a new leaf.   Nay, not merely a leaf, … [Read more...]