Driving along the road we saw what looked like some sparrows on the road and John tooted! Right up close and we saw they were ducklings! BRAKES on squeal! Camera OUT quick! They were moving fast and mother was taking them through the fence into a field of high grass. Not as clear as I would like but its a happening on my day! This verse goes so well: (there are nine!)
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Old Mother Duck has hatched a brood
Of ducklings, small and callow;
Their little wings are short, their down
Is mottled gray and yellow.
There is a quiet little stream,
That runs into the moat,
Where tall green sedges spread their leaves,
And water lilies float.
Close by the margin of the brook
The old duck made her nest,
Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass,
And down from her own breast.
And then she sat for four long weeks
In rainy days and fine,
Until the ducklings all came out—
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One peeped out from beneath her wing,
One scrambled on her back;
"That's very rude," said old Dame Duck,
"Get off! quack, quack, quack, quack!"
Lovely photo Maggie, you were so quick to get this before they disappeared. I enjoyed your poem also. Like the telescope frame as if spied from distance.
