Walking along the water to the spot she had left her belongings, the young woman didn’t know who was more surprised when she came upon ducklings scattering like fluff in the wind. Their trail, marked by the waving grass and the sound of rustling reeds before hearing a plop, plop, plop. Miniature tsunami waves pushed back to the shore where they’d jumped from the bank into the water. Seeing their mother waddling away with a crust of bread in her mouth, she knew they had all come ashore to dine on her lunch she’d left behind in her pack.
I would spend hours sitting on the shore of a pond waiting for any sights I might be gifted with. The day I saw the Mallard hen swimming back and forth next to an outcrop of reeds, I was certain my patience would be rewarded. It took her about half an hour to be happy I was of no threat to her babies. That was when she brought them all out into the open for a swim. This photo not only is the perfect pairing for this week's 99-word story, but it graces the cover of my book, Birds in my Canadian Backyard.
April 4, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to explain “baby ducks ate my lunch.” How did that happen? Who is the protagonist? Where did the baby ducks come from? Go where the prompt leads!
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