This afternoon I drove for awhile, after work, before turning around and heading home. You see, it’s not a far drive from one to the other and I needed to think, so off I traveled.
There’s a pond not far and someone mentioned ducks. I adore ducks.
The only happening better than ducks is many more ducks. I was assured there would be many ducks, so I went to greet them with some corn I’d found. Nebraska has many corn, as well.
I ponder now if there is such things as corns.
Feet would say yes. And that doesn’t even make sense. Does it?
Feet don’t say…
Back to many ducks.
I found them and greeted them a happy hello. They made me smile instantly. They quabled a hello in duck, and then turned to ignore me once the corn was gone.
I watched two similar ducks quable alone. I believe they preferred it this way. I was fixated on their close relationship.
I adore how they took turns quabling. Not once getting ahead of the other’s quable. Twas like an elegant dance for quablers.
“Qua quaw quabling,” he quabled.
“Quad quable qua,” she’d quickly quable in reply.
And so it continued for quite a long time. And then they were quiet. Seeming to be at peace with their quest for the afternoon.
She waddled over then, coming up behind and laid her head on his shoulder. Anyway, it would be the location of the spot, if ducks had shoulders.
They laid there.
I decided I wanted that too.