It was a beautiful evening for a walk. In the grass are at least 5 families of ducklings, eight or more in each brood. The grass parts, a tiny duckling waddles through the "tall" green, but I can't see it. I see the moving blades, making a way to water, and hear a plop. Aah, paddling success. Mothers watch me warily; ready to peck me or herd them away as the situation requires. It's the thin moon of June. (a nod to blogging friend, Robert Frost and his banjo). Peace outside starts with peace within.
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