Duckwing is the remaining female of our flock living in a tree surrounded pond at the lowest end of our 28 acres. She is not an aviator; frankly we turn our eyes away those few times she decides to fly back to the pond. Usually she walks, waddles, snowshoes, hops up the long long hill to our front door; disappearing from sight over the first rise on her return. She is the lone survivor of two flocks.
She survived the winter in spite of the blizzard of '16.The pond fountain running helped slow down the ice forming. Solid ice is a sure walkway to foxes and other predators. We made regular trips to the pond with Coop the dog; dog pee is a great predator barrier. All that and bulking up her food with extra fat, Mrs. Duckwing survived a pretty tough winter.
Spring is just about here and Duckwing makes her trek to the house twice daily for cracked corn, kibble and dehydrated worms in preparation for her time of laying. Once she lays eggs, she will remain with them, hoping for hatching. Normally, her mate would help care for the nest and bring food, but our lonesome duck is on her own. Or so we thought.
Friday afternoon, I thought I saw a duck leaving the pond. I knew it wasn't Duckwing because this duck navigated the woods like an expert pilot. I hoped it was a duck and not one of our turkey hawks looking for lunch. Saturday morning, we looked out an upstairs window with a perfect pond view, to see not one duck but two circling the water. Somehow, someway, Mrs. Duckwing has finally found a mate. How amazing is that?
To fully understand God's provision, you have to know that this secret little pond is nearly invisible by air or land. It's surrounded and covered by trees and lies deep in the woods. Flocks of geese, turkeys etc. pass it by.
Last post I wrote about hanging in there with the relentlessly unfortunate. Learning to sit in love when there is nothing you can fix or repair...when your presence means more than you can imagine.
This post, I'm thinking about God's ability and willingness to do what we cannot imagine, much less ask.
We're looking for a new flock this year and hoping for a brand new outcome.