Spring Storm

A noisy storm was in full voice as we had breakfast on the porch yesterday. Inspiring early morning entertainment. A dark overcast, rain and gusty wind had turned Spring into an angry lady. Gray clouds scudded southward under a black sky. The pond surface was polished obsidian and wind driven cats’ paws of rain zig zagged across its face.

A quartet of intrepid wood ducks near the island decided to brave the gusts and lofted northward, only to change their minds and splash down in the back of the pond. Not instrument rated for such heavy weather, I guess.

Mother Goose sat unperturbed, as heavy rain assaulted her and drenched her royal throne. No wonder goslings can swim directly from the shell.

The foul weather, I’m happy to say, didn’t deter her from briefly abandoning her nest for a short sashay around the island with her mate. So loyal and touching is goosean love.

Things continued much the soggy same for the remainder of the day. A solitary, tired wood duck slogged in seeking a bed in the high grass as a wan and dripping sun found a brief crack in the overcast. And slowly faded to black.