Ask the ducks. They’ll tell you—spring is springing.
Albeit slowly, spring now tentatively nudges feathered friends out to play on a Sunday afternoon.
A good sign. A hopeful sign.
Brighter days are ahead.
Listen to the wise, ole ducks frolicking in the pond, bright yellow beaks prodding brown hens. Ignoring iPhones snapping their photos, children pelting them with breadcrusts, nearby swans competing for prime aquatic real estate.
This photo was a fleeting moment captured: some birds with bills saluting the sky, others with heads bobbing for food.
I envy their simplistic life.
I wouldn’t want a swan at my back but an afternoon of playful swimming sounds quite lush.
Have a lovely day! DBI