A still, calm Sunday this. Won’t you join us?
As I emerged from behind a hedge this morning, I spied our little flock of local ducks, quietly foraging. I didn’t have the camera handy, so I took the pictures after what I describe next.
I turned around, to see this.
I loved how the ducks seem to “talk” to each other. Their little clucks and trills and murmurs were so minute, I only could hear them if I concentrated.
I loved how they gently stretched their necks toward each other, gently nibbled at each other. Were they saying to each other, “I am here, I’ve got your back, no worries?” I fancied so.
After a long while, they resumed nibbling. I went for my camera.
I wanted to get a shot of Bugs from outside, without the screen door intervening – but this happened. You can just see my hand, on its way to redirecting Bugsy back inside. It was no big deal. Nothing frantic.
Now I want to let the pictures speak for what came up next. For me it was happiness. I can’t help but feel that these pictures show what might be Bugs’s emerging maturity. That he’s taking in what’s going on out there – he’s definitely interested –
A quiet moment, for you all to enjoy with me I hope and trust.