such as this female Hooded Merganser. She was in the eastern half of the dumbbell-shaped pond. I was on the bridge that spans the narrows. The pond is man-made, in what used to be the back yards of a series of large lots, and despite being only a couple years old contains sticklebacks, which this bird seemed to be hunting as she gradually made her way west.
"Over there!" I yelled, trying to be helpful. "Just keep going! Under the bridge!"
Unfortunately I had to leave, so I don't know if a love connection was made, if they found love among the mallards.