What’s a duck to do?
Tuesday, June 30th, 2009It’s been awhile again, decided to share something that happened over the past few days. First of all, my other girl, Mokie, came (by way of a vehicle and driver) to visit me in The Villages. We had a wonderful visit this past long weekend…she went back home yesterday.
But this post is about a lone duck. I finally realized, yesterday, that this duck has been hanging out on the bank of the left most pond in the back yard. I had decided last night that if this duck was STILL hanging out that I would call animal control. If there was something wrong, I wanted to get help for the bird. I recently saw a news report of a bird with fish line wrapped around it’s beak…so much so that it was starving. Two rescuers captured the bird, freed the line from it’s beak and away it flew.
This morning, quite by happenstance, I looked out of the window just in time to see THREE ducks flying away. And then I remembered.
Among the various wildlife I’ve witnessed out of my back window since I moved here the first of May (has it been that long???)…there have been lone birds (the blue heron, both a young one and an older one, both by themselves), flocks of birds of all kinds, and pairs of birds (two pairs of red headed cranes, and two pairs of two different kinds of ducks). There has also been a TRIO, but I hadn’t seen the trio lately. Just this one lone duck hanging out, now I realize, as waiting…
It appears, from the visual facts I have before me, that this duck was somehow separated from the trio and remained where left by the other two…awaiting their return.
I know there is a “lesson” in this happening…and perhaps some day I’ll have the luxury of having the time to delve into the lesson, but for now, I’m simply recording the information. Suffice it to say, I am relieved that the duck is just fine and especially so, now that I know it has been reunited.
It’s raining and overcast today. Much like I felt yesterday when Mokie left to go back to Georgia. I attempted to clean up the rest of the dog hair and the other evidence that she shared the last 4 days with me, here in The Villages, before I took care of other errands and then escaped to the square to dance away the clouds of her leaving.
I’m not crying (at the moment), she’s back home where she’s comfortable.
Life goes on.




















