Our ducks are back again. It's so re-assuring to see them each year. I'm not sure if they're a week late this time or if I'm just noticing them at the tail end of their visit down by the creek.
I was looking out the window just before dawn and saw shimmering duck-shaped silhouettes swoop down right in front of me on the way to the creek. They looked like ghosts or some magical bird because of the way they glowed. As the sun rose, I kept looking out there, hoping to see them. I didn't want to assume they were really there (because it means so so so much to me when they visit). Finally I saw them when our dog chased them over to the neighbors' yard.
How long do wild ducks live? Our neighbor has a pet duck she's had for more than ten years. Every year for the last five years, a mallard couple come to visit. Is it the same two birds?
So overcome with happiness was I that I spent my whole free morning going here and there, trying to find a little stuffed duck friend for E. I thought it would be easy to find one since it is almost Easter. Not so. I did find a paperback copy of Robert McCloskey's Make Way for Ducklings... it's my night to read... goody. In the end, I found a little stuffed baby mallard at the Audubon Society shop.
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