Duck

Can you see anything in this tree?

Mama duck is there guarding some eggs.

She is very patient and waits, still, in her camoflauge for her babies. We checked her everyday.

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)