Empty Nest

Yesterday morning I woke up to find the duck nest empty. I've been so excited to see the cute little peepers peeping about. Could they have hatched so early in the spring? Afraid not... Next to the pot was an empty bag of hot dog buns, torn up, crumbs everywhere. I must have accidently left the bread out the day before! God knows what foul creature it lured into the yard during the night. There around me was the broken eggshell! the yolk! the tell-tale footprints of the nocturnal marauder (coon or O'possum I know not, that nasty, hateful thing)! Why!?! it was my fault... my friends, there was gnashing of teeth and beating of breast that fateful morning. This Spring on the banks of the Kettle Creek there is to be no peeping and picture-taking. Only broken eggshell and dried egg yolk.

Sigh.

And so it goes. This cruel drama that is life.