Even with the pile of rocks and twigs, water
cascades from a gap in the dam at an alarming rate. In the past I
visited this spot several times throughout the summer, when it's usually
much
drier and the lake is almost reduced to a mud
hole. Yet Minerva has hung on, seemingly oblivious to the deteriorating
situation. By mid-autumn Minerva would
always be nowhere to be found. I've
photographed the duck and her activities many times and am contemplating writing
a children's book, illustrated with
my stereos, or perhaps some pen and inks I might
create (yes, I also indulge in drawing).
I don't know much about the life expectancy of
ducks, and I hope I can learn what actually happens to Minerva
year-round. Then perhaps I'll be ready to write my book.
Marshall
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