THE ducks glide along the perimeter of Heckscher Pond, oblivious of the growing air of excitement.

In the spring and summer, tables from cellar-level cafes and restaurants crowd the quays, filled with diners watching boats and the occasional duck glide by.

As the minutes ticked off, a few ducks glided by.

With ducks and a beautiful white swan gliding across the water's surface, a wonderful New York setting was complete.

It has a quiet park with a pond where ducks glide up and down with beaks the same red as the poppies on the banks.

Bronze-tufted ducks, alarmed at their presence, ran along the water's surface and glided across the smooth surface of the lake.

The ducks glided behind it.

Little ducks glided single file behind their mother, their quacks drifting on the Sunday morning air.

The duck rocketed clumsily into the sir and glided away.

It had mossy banks and clear water, and ducks glided on its surface.