We’ve been waiting for roughly 36 days, and Easter, of all days, we were surprised with an abundance of bouncing baby ducks. I couldn’t have been happier. Mom duck had been patiently sitting on her eggs (next to my garage) for weeks- usually with 2 male sentries nearby to scare off predators. It was like coming home to the duck mafia, and Joey the Fish and Billy Beaks were out for blood. Even Lilly and Bedford were scared of them.
But yesterday afternoon, each little egg began to crack. Mom would gently tap and move around to accommodate each little gosling. After weeks of quarantine- this was pure joy to Robert, myself, and all of our neighbors. It was kind of funny to see everyone ooing and aahing – standing 6 feet away from each other and zooming in with their cameras.
There was something was so precious and serene about the occasion. The sweet duck chirps and laughter from my neighbors was heaven. Naturally- the nest was the first place I ran to when I woke up this morning. Mom was still there with all of her little ones. Content and contemplating her next move. I could sit and watch this scene all day. Just sipping wine, playing on a little lap harp, and watching baby ducks.
Happy Belated Easter!
Harp, Wine, and K9's 