They were pumping and preening, picking clean their own feathers and those of their mates.
Some were showering. Others were drying themselves in the sun.
Like many other "birds" across the city they appeared to be getting ready for a big night on the town.
Not me. My Friday night will be putting on my PJs and crashing on the couch.
This is not an Oh-Poor-Me moment. A quiet Friday night in is just what this little black duck needs after a busy week.
And not only that, I promise I will feel better in the morning than most of the others who do hit the town tonight.
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