- Does it grab you by the throat? No
- Do I know what is the character’s motivation? Tweaking needed
As promised yesterday here it is, however I would totally understand if you stopped reading right now 😉
Up until then, this day had been quite uneventful, a cold and windy Spring morning and the pond, home to this flock of ducks, was busy with everyone’s preparation for the arrival of the season. The bare forsythia branches had now adorned their new spring colours and the warmth of its yellow flowers was such a welcomed sight.
Dorothy Duck was getting herself ready for a swim, she was still too young to be paired up but could not help looking at Oscar Drake’s expert contortion while he was cleaning his side chest feathers.
He was so graceful carefully twisting his neck both sideways and backwards in order to reach the tiny bits of green algae, an earlier swim in the muckier part of the pond, had left on his shiny feathers. She reluctantly took her gaze away and wobbled slowly towards the pond.
She was a beautiful brown duck and the fine white feathers on her chest were a sure sign that she belonged to one of the migrating group of ducks traveling on towards their Winter breeding grounds, down south. Her parents had decided to stop for a rest and never left again. Usually she would be bothered by the looks the other ducks would give her but today the air was full intrigue and she wanted to see once more this curious object.
Solving this mystery might be the key to being accepted by her flock, it was worth a try.
Karen, your kind words are warm to my heart. Thank you
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I've always been a fan of Beatrix Potter…and this sort of gives me that feel. A lovely story so far. Your photos work beautifully.
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