This has been the year of the Wood Duck..I saw a pair for the first time last year, but as quickly as they appeared, they were gone in a flash of color..This year however, a cycle of life was revealed...beginning in April, at the New York Botanical Gardens, in their stunning bit of old-growth forest...a patch of old New York..
|I am calling yooouOooou!|
|Here I am!|
I've got to admit, I didn't know what was happening at first either ;-) , I thought she was..um..dabbling..
|Now you're talking!|
|That was it? Wash that guy right outta my feathers..|
Then the love birds swam off to a rock underneath the trees where
prying lenses were at a disadvantage..
|'First comes love, then comes marriage'..There were three ducklings..|
|One was off on its own|
Mama checks him(?) out..
|Soon I'll have an empty nest..|
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love~ Marc Chagall