I quickly grabbed my Zony and went outside to see Momma and Daddy Duck again. They returned for spring to splash in the creek a half mile from our home. They remembered me and let me take another photo.
"Hi old friends," I whispered to them. "I made a book about your ducklings. I told how you built a nest in our backyard year after year. I wrote how you have been together for over fifteen years, maybe longer. I know you probably miss the duckling days when they swam in my pool to learn how to dabble for insects. You were a good Momma and taught them well. Your ducklings are probably raising their own families now. I know you must be proud Daddy Duck."
They listened to my soft voice as if they understood every word. We have a bond now. They know I care about their lives and look forward to seeing them year after year. It gives me a since of comfort knowing nature shows the cycle of life.