Hi love, Well I have some sad news. My duck flew away near the end of January. We had a warm day and he could hear the creek running and figured he waited long enough. I went down to the creek and told him I thought it was a little early for him to take off but he told me he was history and I haven't seen him since.
That's not to say that my duck trip is over. I saw a couple of wild ducks on the pond who I was talking to but so far they just don't trust me. Also a neighbor said he wanted to get rid of a couple of malard ducks if I was interested. I'm just waiting this out until I get an offer I can't refuse.
I have the feeling you're doing the same thing with your life.lol hugs and kisses sue
Hey David, This is the same bird that the author of your last post is talking about;
I remember a sycamore in front of a ruined farmhouse, And instantly and clearly the revelation Of a song of incredible purity and joy, My first rose-breasted grosbeak, Facing the low sun, his body Suffused with light. I was motionless and cold in the hot evening Until he flew away, and I went on knowing In my twelfth year one of the great things Of my life had happened. See great minds run in the same channel.
Wow. Hope he gets on OK with your duck?
ReplyDeletewow - what sort of strange looking bird is that Suzy? Nice shot.
ReplyDeleteHi love, Well I have some sad news. My duck flew away near the end of January. We had a warm day and he could hear the creek running and figured he waited long enough. I went down to the creek and told him I thought it was a little early for him to take off but he told me he was history and I haven't seen him since.
ReplyDeleteThat's not to say that my duck trip is over. I saw a couple of wild ducks on the pond who I was talking to but so far they just don't trust me. Also a neighbor said he wanted to get rid of a couple of malard ducks if I was interested. I'm just waiting this out until I get an offer I can't refuse.
I have the feeling you're doing the same thing with your life.lol hugs and kisses sue
Hey David, This is the same bird that the author of your last post is talking about;
ReplyDeleteI remember a sycamore in front of a ruined farmhouse,
And instantly and clearly the revelation
Of a song of incredible purity and joy,
My first rose-breasted grosbeak,
Facing the low sun, his body
Suffused with light.
I was motionless and cold in the hot evening
Until he flew away, and I went on knowing
In my twelfth year one of the great things
Of my life had happened.
See great minds run in the same channel.
they are pretty amazing actually Suzzy - would love to see one.
ReplyDeleteah you have gone again but it's a shame because your blog it really kind of interesting.
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