Good morning!
It’s Wednesday, and we’re in motion. Ducky wasn’t sure what to make of this airplane business at first. To be in the air and not flap your wings? That went against everything he’d been taught.
“It’s very odd not to be the one doing the flying,” he said. “You’re sure I don’t need to do a little…?” he gave his wings a few flaps.
I assured him no, that this was a very big bird capable of doing all the flying for us.
While some ducks do fly at very high altitudes, Ducky told me that his family preferred to stay closer to the ground. “So we can stop and take naps and have snacks and things.” The prospect of seeing the world from 25,000 feet…then 30,000 feet and higher, this was thrilling to him. (Just as seeing the world with a duck whose priorities are naps and snacks was thrilling to me.)
Eventually the last of the land slipped away completely. The sun had set, and we found ourselves gliding above a dark expanse of ocean whose opposite shore would greet us in the morning.
“What a good idea this was,” sighed Ducky as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
Eleanor Roosevelt
Onwards,
Clara
Gosh I'm very behind reading. E mails! You go Ducky!!
My ducky is SO jealous and wants to know if Ducky will learn a French word...