Rain was due in today.
So I headed to Wychmere Harbor, in between errands for Thanksgiving Day.
All was quiet.
It was as if everyone was poised, just waiting for the first raindrops to fall.
And by the time I had pulled in up the road at Herring River, they were.
But that didn’t phase this pair of Buffleheads, not one little bit.
Like little rubber duckies they dove, and within moments bobbled back up; seeming quite content in one another’s company.
And as I heard the sound of the raindrops falling on the roof of my car, pitter-patter-pat, and watched them as they fell all around the ducks in the water…
All I could think of was how I wouldn’t rather have spent the day before Thanksgiving Eve in any other way.
Thanksgiving gratitude, had come early. ❤
The new day dawns.
Stretching out before us with a fresh chance to step forward and make of it what we will.
And how will we live this new day? Will it be for others, or will it be for ourselves alone?
For love, or for hate?
Will we build, or will we tear down?
Reach out for greater understanding or cling in fear to the safe world we already know?
I guess the choice is ours, and ours alone.
We have this day.
Ahh, the little buffleheads.
One of my favorite ducks here on the Cape during the winter.
They’re pretty small, really..
And like little black and white rubber duckies, under the water they dive and then —-
Up they pop, like plastic fishing bobbers!
And so amazing… From a distance they appear to be all black and white.
But the closer you get, the more COLOR you find. Especially with the gents!
They’ll be leaving us soon for the summer, so for now I’m just going to enjoy them for all they’re worth! 🙂
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