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

                           Jonathan Carroll