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Late in the Day
We learn to live and accept our shadows
For years the ducks have returned to my sister-in-law’s front yard.
I don’t know where they go during the winter. I’ve read that a large percentage of the Pacific Flyway’s waterfowl favor the Sacramento Valley, probably because it offers a variety of habitats, including rice fields, managed wetlands, and the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta and Suisun Marsh, which provide essential food and shelter.
But even with all that, the Sacramento Valley has nothing on my sister-in-law’s bed and breakfast for ducks.
Her lovely house resides in Santa Cruz County, California. It sits between other houses on a quiet street. The modest front lawn is tidy and inviting. A large tree provides ample shade, and nearby bushes adjacent to the stone walkway furnish some cover.
The street has its share of people, pets, and cars.
You’d think the ducks would feel exposed, but year after year they return to the front lawn. It’s a cozy spot, replete with a water bowl and tasty treats. My sister-in-law has a magical way with birds and animals.
