The Ducks Have Returned
The ducks
have returned and so have I.
We feed
Mallards, American Black Ducks and their hybrids. For the price of cracked corn thrown daily on
the snow in our side yard, we have entertainment from January through April. We live within sight of the Petitcodiac River
and its marshes, the ducks’ usual haunt, and are content to aid in feeding them
through the harsher months of winter.
The ducks
return to us each year when other nourishment becomes scarce. With the first flush of spring’s new growth,
they will leave us again.
I too have
been away, away from my blog and from my writing. Last fall and this winter have been harsh
times for me. I have been ill, endured
surgeries and months of treatments accompanied by debilitating side effects.
My hope is
to be recovered by the first flush of spring.
In the
meantime, I do what I can each day—often that isn’t much.
But, I have
the ducks as entertainment. They keep
coming back and so will I.
Words and photo are copyright ©Carol Steel.
