Friday I went back to the pond to see if the more
"exotic" ducks were still around the Gadwell pair was
gone but the American Widgeon pair was there.
They were preening and washing for all they were worth.
A Mallard got too close to the male which led to a display
of I'm bigger than you when I stand on tippee toe. By this
point the female has gone to join the Canadian Geese and
other Mallards to see if the lunch crowd could spare a
sandwich. The Mallard seemed unimpressed.
" he would share the feelings and adventures of
the part of him that was universal and curious.
The part that was travelling, experiencing,
knowing the lives of things. Things like wheels,
like swings. One more bustling soul out there
looking for what to do next."
A Wheel in the Desert, the Moon on Some Swings