A Hard Lesson for a Duck

A Hard Lesson for a Duck

My regular walks with the dogs – two Jack Russell terriers – bring many different experiences, most of which are totally positive and some genuinely life enhancing. Today’s episode concerns a family of ducks, which the dogs firmly believe should be theirs to do with as they will!
We have been privileged to observe three generations over the last couple of years and the duck in question is the sole survivor of three siblings from last year. Some weeks ago, she hatched two babies, which we watched regularly as they developed for three or four weeks. My wife commented that the duck did not appear to be a particularly attentive mother. This proved to be the case, when – along with a hysterical infant – my wife was witness to the distressing sight of one of the ducklings being grabbed enthusiastically and taken swiftly away in the jaws of an out-of-control dog, not, of course, one of ours!
The mother duck seemed to take little notice of the survivor and spent most of the next few weeks back in her nest in the middle of the lake.
Well, recently, she appeared with three more ducklings; when we see her now, she is rarely more than a couple of metres from her babies and is voluble in making her ducky protective presence felt. A rather tough way for her learn, but I think these three have a better than even chance of achieving adulthood.
For me, this is another great example of the value added to our lives – albeit this time indirectly – by having dogs in the family.
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Thoughts do Become Things

Thoughts do Become Things

Today I had another clear reminder - if one should be necessary - of how everything which happens has been preceded at some time by one or more thoughts. We were on our early morning walk with the dogs and took an unfamiliar route in the park. Remembering that this park is no more than a kilometre or so away from where I have lived for the past 15 years, my ‘discovery’ of the most perfect ‘dingly dell’ also tells me that I do not always need to travel in order to experience spectacular views.
The spot in question is in fact one of the well springs for which our little town (which I prefer to think of as a big village) is justly famous and much visited.
Being totally captivated by this previously unseen vista reminded me of exactly why, when I first visited here in 1993, I said immediately that this is where I really want to live. It just felt right and I understand why I have been justified in following my instinct, when accommodation was difficult to come by and it often appeared that it might be easier to compromise. There are many other attractive places within a short distance of here, where we could just as easily have settled.
I am so pleased that I was able to follow my heart’s desire and so feel good about where I live just about all the time.

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