The ducks returned to the backyard pool this morning, prompting me to launch this blog. It's intended to be a hub for all those who wonder about the world. The ducks, a male and female, arrive each spring as soon as the light is just right. They swim in the pool for about a month, and then fly off again. We do not know where they come from, or where they go. The mystery of that makes me wonder.
Before they arrived this morning, I told my husband I could sense they were coming today. I have no special knowledge, just a good memory of the crisp light that seems to portend their arrival.
They were roosting on the far side of the pool when I first saw them beyond the fence. I cooed to them, "Hello," I said over and ofter. The male came swimming toward me. He must have remembered that I have fed him chunks of bread year by year. It was not long before the female swam my way, too, to scoop her chunks of bread from the murky water on the pool cover.
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