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One day while I was out on the patio I heard a commotion coming from the pond. I honestly thought something had caught one of the ducks and was killing it. I soon found out it was just the "momma" wood duck calling the babys out. I was fortunate to get some pictures of them. Just look at him, those little nubby featherless wings can no more help him fly than my arms can make me fly. But he jumps anyway, hits the water like a cork. Then joins the rest of the clan that are just cruising around the pond waiting for the rest to come out. Sixteen babys would eventually emerge from the box. |
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