Stirred by ducks
the black of winter water
shimmies to silver.
Unaware
(maybe)
they paddle on
turning pond
to Rorschach.
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November 13, 2019 at 12:16 pm
-1 feels like with the wind chill this morning. Our ducks have frozen water so they’re not happy campers. 🙂
November 13, 2019 at 1:10 pm
Same windchill here last time I looked, but our water isn’t frozen yet. However, not being a duck, I can’t say it looks very inviting anyway. I am sure it’s a lot worse there. I bet the ducks aren’t the only unhappy campers — this is too early!
November 13, 2019 at 4:57 pm
It makes me think of years back when you’d go swimming and as you inched your way in by the time the water got to your stomach you were frozen solid. 🙂 Cold and windy here, but nice and sunny.
November 13, 2019 at 5:36 pm
I so clearly remember — but I think I wimped out and headed back to the beach long before the water came to my stomach. Glad I’m not a duck.
November 13, 2019 at 12:43 pm
Absolutely love this!
November 13, 2019 at 1:11 pm
Thank you! The ducks send their thanks too.
November 13, 2019 at 7:02 pm
I seem to see a piano. I can’t imagine how creatures survive outside in this cold weather. My sweetheart points out they have fur or feathers and instincts, but I still wonder how they manage.
November 13, 2019 at 7:50 pm
Oh, very good! I am sure that is evidence of a very creative yet orderly mind. As to survival in this cold, I wonder with you how they survive — I never saw a duck with a hot cup of coffee, so I’m not sure how good those instincts are.
November 13, 2019 at 8:23 pm
I think it might be evidence that I would not get the job!
Even if the ducks could acquire hot coffee, and drink it without hurting their beaks, they would most likely not be able to imagine sipping it in an Orangery. Poor ducks.