
I am fortunate to live near a park with two little lakes joined by a creek, where I linger on bridges to hear the water dance over smooth rocks Where mallards and Canada geese carry on conversations in a fowl language I don't understand Red-winged blackbirds hide in low branches of young trees along the narrow trail When they are nesting, I walk by waving my arms above my head making myself look bigger as they squawk threats at me to protect their young One spring we saw a wood duck with a wounded leg and wing, five ducklings following her to the lake filled with mallards She struggled to an island, little ones following and somehow pushed each one onto dry land; she stayed in the muddy shallow bank The mallards gave her room even though that island was their prime real estate Concerned, we called park headquarters; two young workers drove out in a golf cart to assess the situation, informed us that this was nature's way, there was nothing they could do So we called Waterfowl Rescue, a kind lady told us that the ducklings were in the safest place the mom could have chosen for them We went back later and saw the ducklings, not the mother, swimming in a row the last one struggling to keep up, the others circling around to herd him in The next day we only saw four. We called Waterfowl Rescue again, the kind lady said, “Wood ducks are very skittish, if I try to catch the orphans in a net, they would probably die from the stress of the rescue. Let nature take its course." The next day only three swam by, then two then we saw feathers off the path and knew the inevitable had happened On the last sunny, warm day of autumn we walked by the lake and watched little turtle heads emerge from the water, mallards still swam on the lake, Canada geese were beginning to take to the skies in their honking Vs I still feel fortunate to live by a park with two lakes joined by a creek running through, I still linger on the bridges listening to the water dance over smooth rocks

The top photo of wood ducklings was taken in my front yard.
The bottom photo is Firefighters Park near my house in Troy, MI.
Amazing landscape. The wood ducks are so skittish, you were lucky to see them. I have watched the litters diminish with sinking heart, too.
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It did break my heart that we couldn’t do anything about them. They were cute but sad to see their fate. The top photo of the little chicks in the yard, they were on their way to the lake with their mom, but some got separated from her and actually tried to go in our front door! She finally gathered them but later that night I saw a coyote. Not a good sign. I’m glad you have seen how cute their are as well.
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Thank you for sharing!
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So welcome, Olivia. Thank you for stopping by and commenting.
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I found this story very moving, LuAnne. The injured mother, her gesture, her ducklings, your observations and efforts, and all that surrounds this beautiful story of life on earth.
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Yes, it is beautiful and brutal as well. Thank you for stopping by.
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I remember that sad situation and how much you and David wanted to help. You capture it all perfectly here.
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Thank you, Kim. We are grateful that you lead us to the rescue lady who was delightful. I wish we could have been more help to the little ones. Thanks for stopping by.
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too sad Janette
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Yes, it is. I thought it was also beautiful how the mallards gave the momma room on their island. That was quite compassionate I think. Thanks for stopping by, Janette. Hope you had a cozy Thanksgiving.
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Splendid to stay in such a beautiful place, LuAnne with these wonderful lakes and the cute little ducklings and the canada geese all nicely walking on the lake. Lovely and superb pictures.
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Thank you, Kamal. I feel very blessed to live in this area. It’s snowing right now! So pretty. Glad you stopped by.
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Yes you surely are blessed LuAnne. Always welcome.🤗🤗
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Sad beauty
Compassion’s nature
Good fortune
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Thank you. I love this poetic response.
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The pleasure’s mine
From beauty light-limned
In your lens 🙂
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Beautiful post – though it triggers my inner Rescuer (doomed to feel inadequate). I understand the logic of letting Nature take her course, but my basic instincts are assist/rescue.
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I know what you mean, Jazz. Nature can be so brutal but predators have to eat, too. It’s just sad when a life is cut off at its very beginning. They were so cute.
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