DUCKS

Lucky me, I grew up living next to a fairly large pond out on Long Island.

Ducks – © LYON 2025

It was a wonderful ice skating rink in winter, and not-so-great place to swim in summer.

Every spring, the mallard ducks would proudly parade their babies across the pond for everyone to see.

I still love to hear the baby quack-quacks as they paddle – something so adorable about a fuzzy little ball with webbed feet, following mom and dad in a wavering wobbly line . . .

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