Mama duck is there guarding some eggs.
One day they were all gone, but the beautiful feathered nest and some shells.
I like to picture them swimming happily in a row on the nearby lake.
Four ducks on a pond,
A grass bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
What a little thing
To remember for years–
To remember with tears.
William Allingham (1824-1889)
1 comment:
Holy cow! I didn't even see the duck! WOW~
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