Last week we realized we had a duck nest on our front lawn. (which is actually Asian Jasmine) We knew this because there was a duck sitting below our large elm tree. She was sitting on her eggs; about 10 of them. It became a family ritual to go look at the duck in the evening and see if she had moved. Friday, no movement. Saturday, no movement. And that included the tree guys who came to cut down a large branch on that elm tree that was broken in the storm we had earlier that week. They inverted a wheelbarrow on top of her to protect her and still she did not move. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, well you get the idea.
We looked out yesterday and she was gone. Nothing but a lot of little feathers everywhere to mark their coming into this world. I have images of her swimming in the pond across the street with 10 little ones imprinted on her furry bobo. One happy family.
I wonder how she'll take the first day of kindergarten?
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