And when it was dark, all five huddled in a pile on the
ground in front of the old duck house location.
Puddle Duck Pub was lit up like a beacon to their immediate right but
they took no notice. The ducks were
confused and so were we as the Englishman and the English Boy cornered the
ducks and carried them back to their shelter a stone’s throw away.
From an early age I loved to write. Many a summer day was spent writing, illustrating and carefully stapling my handmade books for my parents to read, but on rainy Northern days I could be found alongside my sister jumping in puddles that formed in the dips of our summer cottage lane.
10/21/13
Moving Day
Puddle Duck Pub was moved five feet to the side and two feet
forward. This allowed for more sunlight
to reach the solar panel powered lights.
All five ducks watched the Englishman and me carry the house to the new
location. They tilted their heads and
peered through one glittery eye each as I cleaned the inside and added new
bedding. They kept careful watch as the
Englishman moved the green plastic turtle pool behind the house and filled it
with clean water. They splashed in the
pool as we cleared weeds, vines and thorns.
They happily waddled in and out of their house, taking mouthfuls of food
from their feed bowl. They padded over
to their drinking bucket and gorged on the lettuce I had placed on the water’s surface. They raced around the house, chasing each
other until they tired. They slept
behind the house on a mound of fall leaves, tucking their heads into their
feathers in a warm patch of sun.
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