Tuesday: clockwise: which incidentally left the best for almost last. It was sunny and bright, and the people of the lake seemed bright, too. Lots of American widgeons paddling in the middle of the lake – I used to see them primarily on the south end – a NY Times story yesterday said ducks of the Mississippi River highway were migrating late this year –- global warming on the wing -– and, applying the same trend to Socal, it seemed there should have been some scaup and ring-necked ducks about this time of year. (Though I did see a couple of ring-necks at MacArthur Park Lake about a month ago, during the tamale festival.)