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My daughter sent me a photo of an adorable baby duck this morning and, had I been sure that it was a local duck, I might have written about that. (“Lack of Balance”, April 18, 2020)

Friends, thanks to photographic talents of HoCo’s own Michael Oberman, I present to you: local ducks. Baby ducks, even.





Mr. Oberman, whose photos of wildlife are well known locally and far beyond, told me these adorable ducklings were spotted at Font Hill, at Lake Kittamaqundi, and Centennial Lake. At last! The coverage of local baby ducks our souls have been longing for!

If you’re a fan of wildlife photography like I am, I recommend paying a visit to Michael Oberman’s website, where a wide variety of his work is on display. 


While you are there you might just decide you need to purchase a few to brighten up your quarantine surroundings. I’m a big fan of his squirrels. Frogs, too.

But wait - - there’s more.

Oberman is also the author of the upcoming memoir, Fast Forward, Play, and Rewind.

(Taken from Amazon pre-order page)

From publisher Rowman & Littlefield:

The Doors, James Brown, the Grateful Dead, the Sir Douglas Quintet, David Bowie—the list goes on. . . . From 1967 to 1973, Michael Oberman interviewed more than three hundred top musical artists. Collected together for the first time, Fast Forward, Play and Rewind presents more than one hundred interviews Oberman conducted with the most important musical artists of the day.
You can see it’s more than a memoir. The interviews with musical artists are bound to be fascinating reading. It’s available for pre-order on Amazon. I’ve already put in for my copy. (Release date: October 15, 2020)
Before I go, a big HoCo Holler to local podcast Elevate Maryland and cohosts Candace Dodson Reed and Tom Coale. Tonight they will be broadcasting their one hundredth episode with guest County Executive Calvin Ball. Although you can’t catch it in person, you can join in on Facebook Live. Info here.
And, again, many thanks to Michael Oberman for granting permission for me to bring you the perfect baby duck content to start your day off right. 





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