Before I headed back home from the Twin Cities, I was really hoping to fit in a nice outdoor walk. Even though the skies to the north were looking pretty ominous, I decided to brave it. About five minutes into my walk, I reached the pond where I had spotted the ducklings previously (See Day 1 picture). I was so disappointed when I didn’t see them in the water.
As I turned to make my way back to shelter, I caught sight of a lone duck standing near some bushes. Approaching cautiously, I saw the bushes start to rustle. Before I knew it, adorable ducklings were emerging one by one, and I managed to capture a picture of the mother duck and her little ones. Just as I finished, it started to sprinkle, cutting my walk short. Nonetheless, it was a fleeting yet magical moment in an otherwise ordinary day.
Sireadh Toileachas 